4 AM: Phone rings, girlfriend's house has 3 feet of water running through it.
5 AM: Girlfriend's mother opens the back door, and river takes half of the house's contents with it.
6 AM: I'm retrieving anything I can find in backyard. Clothing, shoes, furniture, (believe it or not) the washing machine, toys, etc.
By 9 AM, we're at the local laundromat with a couple of hundred pounds of laundry, which should all be done by late tomorrow afternoon.
10 AM: One of the maids quits because she's angry that I'm angry with her. (She took a scrub brush to one of the computers and sent the webcam smashing to smithereens)
Noon: Finally catching up on clean up detail, got mud out of shoes, some laundry washed and hung up to dry, and we flop down on the bed for a well deserved horizontal rest.
KABOOM ! Overhead fan falls off the ceiling and lands right on top of us in full spin.
Amazingly, we don't get chopped up into thin slices of pepperoni, and we survive the ordeal.
So now it's near dinnertime, and I'm sitting here, after a cold shower (no power for the last few hours), and wondering, if I really should go out for supper with some of the DR1ers, who are having a little Christmas get together up at Las Ca?as.
Can Friday the 13th land on the 22nd?
5 AM: Girlfriend's mother opens the back door, and river takes half of the house's contents with it.
6 AM: I'm retrieving anything I can find in backyard. Clothing, shoes, furniture, (believe it or not) the washing machine, toys, etc.
By 9 AM, we're at the local laundromat with a couple of hundred pounds of laundry, which should all be done by late tomorrow afternoon.
10 AM: One of the maids quits because she's angry that I'm angry with her. (She took a scrub brush to one of the computers and sent the webcam smashing to smithereens)
Noon: Finally catching up on clean up detail, got mud out of shoes, some laundry washed and hung up to dry, and we flop down on the bed for a well deserved horizontal rest.
KABOOM ! Overhead fan falls off the ceiling and lands right on top of us in full spin.
Amazingly, we don't get chopped up into thin slices of pepperoni, and we survive the ordeal.
So now it's near dinnertime, and I'm sitting here, after a cold shower (no power for the last few hours), and wondering, if I really should go out for supper with some of the DR1ers, who are having a little Christmas get together up at Las Ca?as.
Can Friday the 13th land on the 22nd?