We’ve seen more rain in the past two days than we’ve seen in the last two years – and I praise God for it! I had 4 ½ inches in the rain gauge before it blew away, and it has rained continuously ever since. This weather is complements of tropical storm Faye, which never reached the status of a hurricane, but has dumped more water in more places than any storm I’ve ever observed. It zigzagged across Cuba and then Florida, making sure to flood just about every part of the state before it traveled westward and was caught up in a front and blown back into the states of Georgia and the Carolinas. It is unfortunate that so many people had to suffer in order for us to get some much-needed rain, but we sure were dry! The Zoysia at our old house looked worse than it had since we put the sod in several years ago, and since the yard is supposed to be one of our main selling points, the rain came just in time. It’s been dry here in the mountains as well, and Daddy gets grumpier than usual when it doesn’t rain!
Doug has been out of town the last two days. The house is quiet and restful, and dark clouds block the light that usually floods in through the large double windows. It is a perfect day for sleeping, but I am spending the time working on making curtains for the breakfast area. I’m amazed I remember how to operate my sewing machine! I did go up to Mama’s in the pouring rain to help them with the refrigerator, which quit on them while we were in Athens. Daddy had to take everything out and haul it downstairs to the basement refrigerator. A repairman fixed the problem the day before we got back, but Daddy wanted me to clean it out good before anything was put back in. It needed it. Some kind of juice had spilled all over the bottom of the freezer section and frozen solid. I took the drawers out so I could get to it and was using a pan of hot water to melt it when Mama asked me to fix her a cup of coffee! She had to wait. After I got it all cleaned up and put the food back in, I washed the dishes in the sink and baked a frozen pizza for our lunch.
They had another disaster while we were gone. Mama had a fall in her bedroom during the night. She wasn’t hurt, thank goodness, but she couldn’t get up. Daddy was sound asleep in the other room, and she wouldn’t call for help! She tried for who-knows-how-long to pull herself up on the side of the bed, but her arms were not strong enough. Finally Daddy heard her and helped her up by putting a belt around her waist for him to pull on. When they told me all this, I just shook my head and said, “You guys just can’t stay out of trouble while I’m gone, can you?” They laughed.
I came home in the pouring rain and missed our garage for the first time since we moved. Before I started to work on the curtains, I lay down on the glider on our front porch and pulled an afghan up under my chin and just listened to the sound of falling rain. It sounded like I was standing next to a waterfall rushing over a mountain cliff. Even though I was surrounded by mountains, they were completely hidden by layers of heavy gray clouds. I felt miles away from everything and everybody, a deeply peaceful feeling. I’m truly learning to love it here.
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