Quack, Quack
I don’t think even the Mallard ducks would appreciate this day. Rain in March has always been a given. Rain on top of ice is extremely dangerous and hard on the toes as they are curled, trying to keep me upright. I watched when the gal came with the mail. I was out the door to warn her that the area of our driveway may look wet, but it is sheer ice under the water. I met her on Stauffer Avenue to take our mail. She headed out to the street to go farther on. I don’t want to think of someone getting hurt on this crap.
Dennis’ beloved patio porch has water running through it. How could it not! It’s not our first rodeo with water and it may not be our last. We are not alone with excess water. A porch is a porch is still just a porch. Our home is safe and dry. I must admit, I usually do not let weather affect me . . . I am saying Uncle! “That’s about all I have to say about that,” quoting Forest Gump.