This momentarily seemed like a good idea. Once the bleach vapors left the air and the terrible concoction had been rinsed away, however, this particular shade just didn't seem very professional anymore. When will I ever learn?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Watch Out! Here comes the bleach bomb!
I swore I would never let this happen again. Why wasn't someone here to stop me?
This momentarily seemed like a good idea. Once the bleach vapors left the air and the terrible concoction had been rinsed away, however, this particular shade just didn't seem very professional anymore. When will I ever learn?
This momentarily seemed like a good idea. Once the bleach vapors left the air and the terrible concoction had been rinsed away, however, this particular shade just didn't seem very professional anymore. When will I ever learn?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Tide is High
Roll up your pants and prepare to get your feet wet. It's flood time!
Turns out that when you don't listen to the weather, everything becomes unpredictable and mysterious. Who knew the yard would flood today? From about 8 AM to 2 PM we picked up about 4 inches of rain. As a result this made the ground as soft and moist as a rich chocolate cake. Unlike a cake, however, it all smelled very fishy. (Sorry, my photographs just couldn't capture that aspect of today's meteorological wonder.)
The water approached within 8 feet of the door to the basement, at which point Babushka and I decided to develop a new skill: sandbagging!
Cute but effective, just like us. Babushka was upset about having to use her pretty pillowcases for such a purpose; I was upset about having to spend my day off making sandbags at all. When all was said and done, the length of the ditch looked something like this:
Thankfully, the water never quite made it up to our door, but still fears, doubts, and one question remains--where does all of this water come from? It seems impossible to believe that so much water can so simply fall from the sky. Certainly, it must come from some place else. With that in mind, I followed the ditch from the side of the house to the front and on eastward until I reached the mystical spring from which all the waters seemed to flow: the sewer.
Turns out that when you don't listen to the weather, everything becomes unpredictable and mysterious. Who knew the yard would flood today? From about 8 AM to 2 PM we picked up about 4 inches of rain. As a result this made the ground as soft and moist as a rich chocolate cake. Unlike a cake, however, it all smelled very fishy. (Sorry, my photographs just couldn't capture that aspect of today's meteorological wonder.)
The water approached within 8 feet of the door to the basement, at which point Babushka and I decided to develop a new skill: sandbagging!
Cute but effective, just like us. Babushka was upset about having to use her pretty pillowcases for such a purpose; I was upset about having to spend my day off making sandbags at all. When all was said and done, the length of the ditch looked something like this:
Thankfully, the water never quite made it up to our door, but still fears, doubts, and one question remains--where does all of this water come from? It seems impossible to believe that so much water can so simply fall from the sky. Certainly, it must come from some place else. With that in mind, I followed the ditch from the side of the house to the front and on eastward until I reached the mystical spring from which all the waters seemed to flow: the sewer.
Now you know.
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