Happy 4th? No! This should be my my job now:
Redneck water ballet.
Check out the last 3 days of weather in the Panama City Beach area. Record breaking rains and maniac flooding. I need this, not.
Here in the beach house, the front lawn is now a lake and water is seeping in through the south walls. I am now skilled in sopping up flood water with beach towels. Add this to my other new and unwanted skill: grounds keeping. WTF. To make things worse, random "neighbors" keep cruising by in their behemoth vehicles, causing a mini-surf to roll into my lake-yard. That really helps! Thanks for driving by, neighbor.
As I type, more rain is falling. We are beyond record breaking levels. I've stopped looking for the "inch increase" news on the Weather Channel. According to the locals, this has not happened here in Inlet Beach -- ever. (Other than during hurricanes, but that is another "thing".) So, now that I live here -- more or less -- we have the crappiest 4th of July weekend in commercially recorded history. I could be trapped here for more days; I am going on four now. I am so bored. And so confused. What is going on in my experience zone? Since 2011, it has just been bizarre. Tedium challenges, like this flood-in.
Meanwhile, a jet crash lands at San Francisco airport, a coup occurs in Egypt, and the Zimmerman trial continues. George is way too cold (except when his relatives get on the stand and speak glowingly about him -- then, he gets all teary because it is all about HIM).
I suppose I should close with a good thought.
Give me a minute, I am trying to come up with one.
Oh, never mind.
Kisses and basic regards,
Ms. Fleming - still in exile
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