Today, I shoveled the three inches of mud and sand off the driveway in front of the house and tried to hose off what was left, but it doesn't move very well. That will be a long-term project.

And I painted the kitchen ceiling. I think it needs some touch-up, but I'm glad to get that out of the way, and it was something to pass the time.

This is one of those situations where there is a lot of waiting for the next thing to happen. It has paid to wait in some instances, because someone I didn't expect came along and did something that helped me, but of course all these things were triggered by emails I sent to various people about various things, so it's not as if I just took a nap for the last six weeks and things magically got better.

Six weeks ago today:

My bridge:


In front of my garage:


No way I was going to wade through that.



The waves were like the ocean, and the sound was really loud. Every so often something would strike the bridge so hard, it shook my whole house:



Seeing that the river had come out of the banks and filled the road was very unnerving - somehow that brought it home that we had a big problem.