In which I really like the weather.
One thing Iowa does really well is thunder storms. They roll in, big and black and impressive, and they make loud thunder and bright lightning and it rains like hell, and it’s green and lush and warm and I really dig it. It’s tropical and sexy.
We had one of those storms this morning. Bread woke me up early to say the coffee was made and to point out that it was pretty damn dark outside. I got up, poured myself a cup, and found my cameras.
I took a few non-flash pictures with my Elph. (I now have a tiny tripod for it, so the non-flash pictures are starting to turn out better.) Then I tried to take a shot or three with a digital so y’all could see how rainy and stormy and lush it was this morning, but my old digital camera is a total piece of shit and wasn’t having any.
Then Bread went off to work.
One of the basement windows started leaking ’cause it was raining like hell. Hell, I tell you! So I stuck a bowl there to catch the water. Another of the basement walls was seeping and wet. A rather large puddle was forming just inside the basement door — large enough the cat balked at crossing it because he didn’t want to get his paws wet.
Sometimes our basement floods when it rains really hard, and it was raining really hard. I rolled up the rug in the living room, and did some standard flood-proofing: unplug stuff, get extension cords up off the floor. (We live in the basement because we’re remodeling.)
Then I installed myself on the couch with Bindu and Shiva and my coffee, to see if the living room would flood.
It didn’t — not like it has before — there were just some damp floors and things, but I did take a nice cuddly dog nap. And was late to work. Again.
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See, I used to get away with going to work late, when I worked outside of the office. I even wore shorts and flip-flops to work everyday. (Weather permitting.) None of that anymore. 8:30am or else and starched shirts with real shoes.
And Justin wonders why I’m pissed off all the time…
Real jobs suck. Real shoes suck. Ugh! -m
Glad that the rest of the house did not flood. That would have sucked.
I love the big storms.
Scott
It’s gross when it floods. Ick. -m
Ahh, Mush took a nap. Didn’t the cup overfloweth?
Naps are always good though, especially at that kind of weather. That’s like the best time ever to take a nap. Just hearing the pouring rain just puts a spell on ya. Curl up in the sofa, hot cocoa on hand (or coffee in your case) and just doze off. Niiice.
So nice! Naps rock! -m
naps rock! dog naps rock even more!!
i wish we’d get a thunder storm. sometimes i think that’s the reason i’m in the dumps. we’ve gotten rain, we’ve gotten sleet, we’ve even gotten a little more snow (i typed snot…i think i’m tired of winter) but no boomers. i need my thunderstorms to refill my soul and assuage my heart. *sigh*
i’m glad you didn’t get flooded out. that would suck. but…what are you going to do when you move upstairs? the basement will still flood won’t it? or is there a way of sealing it so that it no longer allows water in?
It rarely gets that bad. Bread did some work that lessened the impact. If it were just a normal basement, it wouldn’t matter so much, but we’ve got all our living room stuff down there so the results are worse when it does flood: rugs soaked, shoes on the floor, my knitting bag, power cords from lamps etc. -m
It’s not the actual storm itself that I love — it’s those five minutes prior to the storm, when the wind picks up, the clouds thicken up, the temperature drops a little. I wish it could stay like that for a little longer than it always does, though. The rain always comes to fuck it all up.
I’m no good at naps, but I think I’m gonna try for one tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me.
*Fingers crossed*. -m