Wet day

It was a rainful day today. (Is that a word?) The outer bands of the tropical depression keep sweeping over us every few hours. Once the rain stops, the sun comes out and makes it steamy. One thing is for sure, we are no longer in a drought. In fact, our rivers are fat.

After the last line blew through, I decided to run to the hardware store to get a new flap for Jilda's commode. The device had been in since Clinton was in the Whitehouse.

Halfway to the nearest town, a member of the local fire and rescue flagged me down. A tree and power lines had fallen on the road. I had to find an alternate route.

Backtracking, I went around the problem. Picking up the new part, I headed toward the crib. After a few minutes, the problem was resolved.

Ol' Hook and Caillou had cabin fever so I took them out for a quick walk before the rain returned. On the way back, I snapped a picture of our lavender Rose-of-Sharon that's blooming at the corner of the house. Jilda will call me a copy cat since she took a similar picture this past week. But pickings were slim when you're dodging bolts of lightning.