Glub, Glub
The drip drip of yesterday soon turned to . . . that’s not very nice.
Dennis left at eight this morning on his weekend get away with his son Ken. Ken had stopped at Casey’s and they had reported 4″ over the last 36 hours.
By ten the rain was coming down in buckets.
I was brave and ventured down into the studio. The studio is dry. What is the cistern closet is wet. It was not and could not be included in the tile for around the perimeter of the studio for drainage. It is a good five inches higher than the studio floor. What does happen is that when there is enough water accumulated it finds its way to the bottom basement step and then runs down and drains into the tile. We may get more rain and when I know that the deluge is over, I will tend to the cistern closet. We know better than to have anything sit on that floor that can get wet.
I will admit that this weekend will be a quiet retreat for me. The first in over three years. I need say no more in that regard.
The weather map on my computer indicates that about six today we will be in the next wave of rain coming from the southwest.
When I looked out onto the patio, which is underwater, where there are cuts in the concrete little air bubbles are percolating to the surface. Too cute.
That is all I have to report today. I am safe and sound.
With that I take my leave. ♥