And the rains came . . .

Remember the rains in June? Well, we ain’t seen nuttin’ yet. Not only have we had daily deluges, we have had spectacular and dog-shaking thunder and lightning. Our poor dear 14 year old dog has developed a phobia about both, and believe me, she’s inconsolable. We tried some doggie CBD oil, but it just gave her the munchies. Finally, called the vet who prescribed drugs. We hate to do it, but she’s a quivering mass of fear with every clap of thunder. I wish I could help her without chemicals, but it seems it’s her only relief.

The ants are abandoning the flooded yard and taking up quarters inside with us. The roof leaked and we had to find a repair person who could come pronto. Today was the day! My beloved She Shed flooded, and we had to haul everything into the garage to try to dry it out. My Beloved is digging a trench and has devised a plan to keep the flood from inside my workshop. Here’s hoping it works! I must admit, I’m feeling a bit like we should look up plans for an ark. I wonder if Noah would have taken the hint if God hadn’t told him outright to get to work. The way it’s going, I’m pretty sure we will need to do something.

Read a most original book, translated from the Japanese. “Before the Coffee Gets Cold” is about a hundred year old cafe where one seat will transport the sitter into the past. The only trick is, you have to wait for the seat’s permanent occupant, a ghost, to leave to grab your chance to be served a cup of hot coffee. Admittance to the past can’t last too long - you must drink the coffee before it gets cold - and the future can never be changed. If you don’t drink in time, you become a ghost. More books exist in the series, so I’m going to check them out.

Yoga class today means early to bed for me. I’m exhausted after every session. Poor little ole me, right? And bless the people of Texas, who have suffered enough and more. Man and nature seems to have gone crazy.