musings in mayhem

writer, mom, tutor, superwoman

glub, glub

We’re okay in a high and dry zone, but all around us is wet, wet, and more wet. The wind is high and tidal flooding is a huge concern. In Norfolk, Ghent is under water, In Poquoson, the bridge to Hampton is out, likely through the coming weekend. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel is closed.
No one seems to have an idea when this may end.
Mom had another impromptu visit to the ER yesterday, but I spoke with her this morning and she sounds great. Dad hurt himself on the ER door, and in checking him out, they found his blood pressure was too high, so they monitored him, too. Hallelujah, my big brother WKC was there for them both.
When it rains, it pours, indeed. School is cancelled, laundry needs to be done, and I really want to write my nanowrimo today.
Late yesterday afternoon, Baby C walked over to the slider, scolded the rain, “No, wain! No, no no!” slapped the window and stomped off with a pussface.

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4 thoughts on “glub, glub

  1. I am sure Baby C speaks for you all. Hugs.

  2. she certainly did.

  3. hope you dry out soon!

  4. thanks, we're not too bad. a few minor branches down in the yard and a trellis is tipped, but i haven't liked that trellis since i put it in anyway. good excuse to get one of those garden arches instead come springtime.

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