1. You know that gigantic orange and red splotch on the radar most of this week covering most of the U.S. eastern seaboard? Yeah, that’s where I live. We’re very fortunate that we’re in a newer area, and we don’t get much flooding. Nothing floated away this time, but the dock is under water again. Deeper than ever, in fact. My little dock on our glorified drainage pond (we call it a lake) was almost a foot underwater last night, when it’s normally two to three feet above the water.
2. The good part about the rain (before the flooding kicked in) was Monday night’s football practice. It didn’t go the full two hours. Probably because they couldn’t see the kids anymore in the dark, said problem being exacerbated by the fact that all the boys were soaking wet and muddy.
I’d gone out to run errands, thinking the rain wasn’t going to be that bad for a bit. It rained buckets. We pulled back into the garage and Crash had popped out the door before I even had the minivan parked. Jumping up and down on the landing at the top of the garage stairs, looking freshly scrubbed, he yelled, “Mom! Mom! Mom! We got all wet! And it was soaking! And muddy! And I tackled this guy like this and he went like this and we both got all muddy! And the coach finally said we should all just go home, but we were making sure everyone had left, so Daddy and coach said we could run a few more plays! It was awesome! And, and, and…”
Daddy said maybe they should spray the boys down with a fire hose to get them motivated for practice.
3. As usual, flooding brings out the stupid-kid-floating-in-who-knows-what photos. Some kid (looked to be about 12) contributed a photo of two kids on an inflatable mattress to one of the local news stations. It doesn’t take the photo to explain why we don’t think the public schools are worth that much:
well i get home from school an there is nothing to do its raining. i think why not have fun in the rain so i surch through my house finding somthing to flote on. i find a blow up matrice
4. Results of a survey came out, showing that only a little more than half of Catholics understand that we believe the bread and wine are not mere symbols after the consecration, but the body and blood of Christ. In a “at least we aren’t the only ones”, less than half of all Protestants could correctly identify Martin Luther as the launcher of the Reformation, and a similarly dismal percentage of Jews was able to identify Maimonides as Jewish. Yeesh. I think I knew all of those things by the end of my rather cursory World History class in high school.
5. On a lighter note, when told that most of the survey respondents couldn’t identify the Dalai Lama’s religion (and this was a multiple choice test!), my DH, with an almost straight face, wondered, “Dolly Llama? Why would a cloned South American pack animal have a religion?” Thanks, dear.
6. Before we went to Williamsburg last week, Crash had declared that he needed a bull to go with his stuffed Williamsburg cow and calf (they’re really cute). I told him I wasn’t sure they sold bulls or oxen, but we’d check. DH, helpful as ever, offered, “You sew. Can’t you just *fix* the cow to look more like a bull?”
Yep. Stuffed animal sex change operations. Yet another talent I wasn’t aware I needed to master.
In the Navy, they teach you what to do on the bridge when engineering has a casualty, what to do if you’re the quarterdeck watch at 2 am in a foreign country and someone comes running down the pier chased by a mob, etc. In short, they prepare you for a wide range of emergency scenarios. This mommy thing would be so much easier if I even knew what the requirements were.
7. It’s October. I’ve spent half of this year wondering how the months can be flying by so fast. And now both sides of the family are asking for Christmas lists. I suppose I can’t complain; since I’m planning on making a lot of stuff this year, I’ve been demanding measurements and choices for a bit, already. And, yet, I’m still weeding and worrying about getting things planted before frost.
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