On Wednesday my mom walked into our chicken pen to feed her chickens and saw this:
So, like all good Texas home school families, I went inside to get our snake book to figure out what kind of snake it was because I'd never seen one with his coloring before. Yes, I have seen many snakes on our property before, most of them have been found in our chicken pen.
Last night, Dad treated his girls (my mom, Kristen and myself) to a Rangers baseball game. As we took our seats and announcement came on that the game would be delayed at least 30 minutes due to storms that were coming our way. We stayed, hoping the game would go on...this was the result of the storms:
Needless to say, the game was canceled. Though we did sit there waiting for a good 2 hours for them to call the game so we could get rain checks for tickets.
The rain persisted into through the night. The storms, just kept developing and dumping rain on us. They also kept us awake with incredibly loud booms of thunder and bright streaks of lightening.
Now, at my house, when it rains that consistently our back patio tends to collect water. When the water gets high enough, it leaks through our foundation and into our living room, soaking our carpet. In order to prevent that catastrophe, we have to sweep the water away from the door.


Dad and Stephen took different approaches to this task. Dad gets dressed for Niagra Falls. while Stephen thinks it best to take off his shirt to show off his muscles.
When it rains 9 inches in 13 hours, the water also collects in our front yard. The property around our house was structured so that the water flows from our neighbors property, into ours, then under the culvert on our street and to the creek a quarter mile away. However, leaves, sticks (and in our case this morning peaches) get stuck in the fence between our home and our neighbors preventing the water from flowing properly.
Once all our tasks were complete and everyone's houses were safe, Stephen, Jonathan and I made boats and had races in the water :-).
It reminded me, life's rarely boring.
No comments:
Post a Comment