Looks like I haven't posted since the flash flood although I've been around. We got 2.5 inches of rain in just over an hour and more ended up in the basement than was able to run off the mostly flat grounds. I'm developing a rain phobia. So far, since I got the newest and biggest of the three pumps, I've been able to keep up with what comes in. I have to stay up and awake to operate the gasoline powered 3" unit, but that in itself shouldn't be anything to stress over--but it is. Doc said we handle stress less well with age, and I suppose it's true. I keep reminding myself that at least I still have a house and a basement to pump and that makes it bearable.

I bought plants--tomato, pepper and lettuce from the greenhouse down the road, but we can't safely plant until after Memorial Day. So I waited. I planted one day before the flood and amazingly enough, only one pepper plant was destroyed. Turns out that it was a bonus, one of those deals where there's two plants in one cell of the six pack.



Donna and I are both on committees at 4C Camp for Adults. She's editor of the newsletter and she's getting the byline for an article in the Dispatch, the publication of the County Office for the Aging. We arranged for printing of t-shirts, sweatshirts and caps and designed the order from that has been incorporated into the registration form. I accidentally fell into the Marketing Committee Chair position and it's great fun. The best part of motel ownership in days gone by was marketing to hikers and weekenders from the city.

Hopefully we'll get a dry day tomorrow and maybe Monday before three more wet days. I have so many things I want to do outside, but they aren't comparable with mud.