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The animals came in two by two because there was no dry place to be found. Allie’s house had flooded and she could only stand in the rain and whine. The boys (Gimli and Buddy) stood on the front porch trying to escape the blowing rain that soaked every inch of space. The little dogs had already been brought inside because they are scarcely able to keep their noses above the 10-inch deep rivers that flowed through the yard. Not a one of them is over a foot tall at the top of their little heads.
Leirin and I brought in every big crate we had, soaking wet in the pouring rain and filled the little nests with wet puppies who seemed happy to have a warm, dry place to hunker down. We’ve got a little wet dog stink going on in the laundry hall this morning but it’s nothing that some airing out won’t fix.
The animals might not have enjoyed navigating the great river called yard, but the kids and I sure did. We tossed off our shoes and ran out the door to enjoy the world’s best puddle-jumping. Rain pelted us from the sky and made us have to squint our eyes tight to keep from being blinded by it. Tendrils of wet hair clung to all the kids faces, occasionally slipping into their mouth as they ran screaming through the water.
We jumped, we did cartwheels (well they tried to and I avoided it because I’m too old for that crap you know) and they did barrel rolls.
One word of caution: deep puddles with grass underneath is NOT suitable for belly slides. That takes mud to work properly.
School was delayed an hour this morning so that it would be full daylight when the buses ran, and by the time we got out of bed, most of the ground water had receded to the place where ground water goes. It’s still pretty soggy – evidence that yesterday did, in fact, happen. But just as quickly as snow manages to come and go, so did our flood puddles.
It’s still raining – a nice, slow drizzle. Frances has packed up her party favors and gone the way of the wind. The kids are sad that today won’t bring a repeat but I feel pretty sure a second day could in no way top the memory of the day we did get. For years and years they’ll say “Remember the hurricane…”
Leirin and I brought in every big crate we had, soaking wet in the pouring rain and filled the little nests with wet puppies who seemed happy to have a warm, dry place to hunker down. We’ve got a little wet dog stink going on in the laundry hall this morning but it’s nothing that some airing out won’t fix.
The animals might not have enjoyed navigating the great river called yard, but the kids and I sure did. We tossed off our shoes and ran out the door to enjoy the world’s best puddle-jumping. Rain pelted us from the sky and made us have to squint our eyes tight to keep from being blinded by it. Tendrils of wet hair clung to all the kids faces, occasionally slipping into their mouth as they ran screaming through the water.
We jumped, we did cartwheels (well they tried to and I avoided it because I’m too old for that crap you know) and they did barrel rolls.
One word of caution: deep puddles with grass underneath is NOT suitable for belly slides. That takes mud to work properly.
School was delayed an hour this morning so that it would be full daylight when the buses ran, and by the time we got out of bed, most of the ground water had receded to the place where ground water goes. It’s still pretty soggy – evidence that yesterday did, in fact, happen. But just as quickly as snow manages to come and go, so did our flood puddles.
It’s still raining – a nice, slow drizzle. Frances has packed up her party favors and gone the way of the wind. The kids are sad that today won’t bring a repeat but I feel pretty sure a second day could in no way top the memory of the day we did get. For years and years they’ll say “Remember the hurricane…”
2 Comments:
It sounds like you had a great time! I wouldn't even want to deal with that much water!
What fun! We're being visited by the ghost of Francis right now, though not haunted as badly as you :)
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