Over the past three weeks I’ve been busier with deadlines than at any time in the past several years. Usually so even-tempered that small furry animals seek me out to renew their spirits in the environs illumined by my radiant glow, I have lately been cranky and difficult to live with. Lucky, then, for Caution-Lady and Seventy-Six that I was only rarely home in the evenings before eight o’clock. I also spent most Saturdays and Sundays away from the house engaged in related activities.
On the Saturday the Nashville area flooded, I worked at Stepford, but the weekend before that, at Shovel. Stormed that weekend, too. I snapped some pictures on the way home:
We’re hoping the ditching and sump-pump will go a long way to resolving the drainage issue: