We are past wet, past drenched. We are now saturated. And when that happens the dip between my driveway and the neighbor's fills up.
Now a mature gal (like I'm supposed to be) might have the good sense to stay inside, wait for the next storm and get some long-overdue housecleaning done. Or laundry. And most anything else proper and productive.Proper and productive? Moi???
Instead I headed for the woodpile, then grabbed my rain gear.
Soon the SS RAINBOW set sail.
The design had some shortcomings. Too heavy for the light winds and a coffee filter made for a lousy sail. As soon as it got wet, it sorta dissolved. :-DSS RAINBOW II fared much better. A smaller ship with plastic sail performed well in the errant breeze. Lookit that gal go!
Across the road curtains twitched. I've gotten used to it. ;-DI can't help getting older. But I refuse to get old....! (Avast, matey!)
You are definitely MY kind of person. NEVER grow up :D Awesome post.
ReplyDeleteKyna - I hereby pipe you aboard as First Mate! :-D
ReplyDeleteLMAO! You rock! (Or float...whichever)
ReplyDeleteI love it! Old is a state of mind, and it doesn't sound very fun.
ReplyDeleteWho wants to get older? No, not me either.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you are enjoying yourself after all. Good, Kris.