Come for the politics, stay for the snark.
Now at 28 hours of rain, and up to 3-4 inches of standing water:
As I was outside surveying my new pond, Lily came outside, started down the steps, saw the water, turned around, walked back up, and then took a shit on the deck and all I thought was “I’d do the same thing.”
As the remnants if Ida sweep through my neck of the woods, it has been raining like crazy all day and, as you can see, there are already two inches of standing water and we have a couple more days of this ahead of us:
I think I am gonna need another willow.
Watergirl has been sending demanding and impatient text messages about the absence of Mr. Frog, completely unaware that we respect a man’s privacy on the weekends. So since we gave him a weekend off, a very special portrait of Mr. Frog praying to his almighty:
Now an easy one:
And now a harder one:
Thus concludes my amphibian duties for the day.
Got the first run of peaches done today and another run of kraut. Gonna get the next run of peaches done on Tuesday. Had an entire cask of kraut go bad on me this year. Opened it up and 2-3 times the normal mold, and when I lifted the weights and then the cheesecloth, it just did not smell right, was mushy, and had a snotty like viscosity. I just chucked it all in the compost bin. No point taking any chances.
For the umpteenth time in the last few months, my power has been on and off all damned day because of the storms, which are not going to go away but just keep getting worse and worse over the years, and I have caught a case of the ass am officially fucking over it. You can’t do anything when it happens because it is either raining or snowing like hell out, or too dark, and sooner or later we’re gonna lose power for an extended period of time.
This didn’t use to be so annoying because I would just sit on the porch and drink. But, you know, that is not an option anymore.
So what do you know about them?
I was in a mood all day. I had a headache, it rained all day, and everything pissed me off. On the upside, as I noted elsewhere, I did learn how to tell the difference between male and female frogs, and it is not, as I guessed, little green balls, but that male frogs croak. Same with toads. So he is, in fact, Mr. Frog, and not Miss or Mrs. Frog.
Here is Mr. Frog, and my mom was quite excited about this one for whatever reason:
Be good to one another.
This really is going to become a thing, isn’t it?
At any rate, we had violent thunderstorms all day which means that both I and Mr. Frog took long naps, and mom could not find him, so here is a picture from another day:
Can you find him?
Oh, I think I missed my soberversary again. I think I am at 8 or 9 years.