
Yesterday, most Louisianians wandered around Walmart picking up bottled water and cold cuts thinking, when will we get the rain? I thought they said rain would start at 10 o'clock in the morning? Where is that rain?
We all said it, multiple times to those we encountered in the stores, in gas lines and in our lunch meetings. Where is the rain?
Well, folks, here it is! My rain gauge says just over 5 inches so far and it is only 8:30 on Saturday. Dutch decided he was not going out.......ever!
DiNozzo and Hugeaux (yes, I am grand-dog sitting since the kids are in Dallas for the big LSU game there. Football......I think.) went out repeatedly at the drop of a hat for any reason at all. Oh, look, the WIND!
Oh, look, I think the CAT is out! Oh, look, RAIN! And DiNozzo seems to have found something taking shelter under the deck. So he is now whining and complaining at the back door saying he had plans to excavate the area to rescue the whatever critter from sure drowning. Yeah, right.
So there is a growing mound of towels at the back door. I told Frank we needed to begin recycling the towels.
(I keep finding cute things to add. These birds were eating on the bird feeder when a rain band hit unexpectedly. They took refuge on the fence under the carport.)
And they are predicting 20 inches of rain! TWENTY if you didn't read that correctly the first time. Those northern people are complaining about their rain, we have 20 inches coming and not but a 20 second blurb about it on TV.
glen: I guess in Louisiana we are supposed to be wet and get hurricanes..........