A former co-worker phoned yesterday to tell me about going to the funeral of a mutual acquaintance. What? Yesterday it rained so hard all day I had to turn the car around and come home because I couldn't see the road in front of me. All day, hours and hours of white out rain.

Alice said she wore boots with heels and walking in the cemetery, the heels sunk into the boggy ground with every step, and water seeped into the boots. She and a friend shared a beach umbrella to keep from drowning, but the rain was blown in, slanted sideways from gusts, and the umbrella got turned inside out.
That's when she left and came home. She said it seemed a shame someone would live to be an octogenarian and have to be buried in a muddy hole. The majority of people down here aren't put in a vault; the casket is put straight into the ground. Thinking about that waterlogged casket gives me the shivers--Brrrr!

Bye from soggy south Mississippi, susil.