Mamma said there’d be days like this

Sometimes when you wake up in the morning you can tell before you get out of bed whether it’s going to be a good day or not. Maybe you have a to-do list for the day that you know you can’t possibly complete or maybe you have something exciting planned and just can’t wait to get started.

Tuesday morning I woke to dark skies and the possibility of rain. That’s okay, I love rainy days but I did have an outdoor assignment on my schedule that morning. I was sure that the shower would pass before I would have to leave the house.

I broke my ankle five weeks ago and have been hobbling around in an orthopedic boot. This contraption, which I call my “Darth Vader Boot” is great because it keeps me mobile, but it takes me about three times longer to get anywhere. I suppose I’ll get good at walking in it, probably about next week when it’s due to come off.

It didn’t just rain Tuesday, the rain came down in torrents, lots of thunder, plenty of lightening. It rained and kept on raining.

According to my four-year-old granddaughter, Annika, the “funder” kept getting in her ears and waking her up. It was one of the worst storms I have ever experienced. I never saw so much water come down and keep coming down.

Because we have had such cool weather, all the windows in the house were up and there was rain blowing in, so I had to hobble through the house closing all the windows. My little dog, Shadoe, kept following me from room to room. For some reason she is leaving little black tufts of fur wherever she goes right now. It’s really annoying to have to sweep the house every day. Especially when you’re hampered with an orthopedic boot. We got the windows closed and some of the dog fur cleaned up and then I started getting ready for work. I waited for the worst of the storm to pass because you certainly don’t want to take a shower when there is lightening.

Long story short, I finally headed out the back door and the sliding screen door came off the track. Okay, so I prop it up against the porch wall. My husband will put it back on track later.

We have a lovely little house in the woods with a long, scenic gravel driveway which crosses over two creeks. As I crossed the first creek I noticed that the water was up considerably and saw it as a photo opportunity. My husband had spent most of the previous Saturday cleaning debris from the culvert after the last big rain. It looked like he had the same job to do again this week. (His to-do list was getting quite long).

After snapping a few pics, I hobbled back to the car and started down the driveway and my assignment, but stopped short when I noticed that there was quite a bit of water covering the end of the driveway and about three large logs laying across the roadway on the other side of that water. Even if I could drive through the water, how was I going to remove those logs with this boot on my leg? I knew I couldn’t wade through that much water with this thing on my leg.

When little Annika was getting dressed in the dark Tuesday morning, she got some of her clothing on backwards. Her mom, Tina, said that when she told Annika that her pants were on backwards, her response was, “crumbs.” I guess that could be the equivalent of a curse word for a four-year-old.

When I realized that I wasn’t going anywhere right away, I thought “crumbs.” It was time to back-up the driveway, make a few phone calls and go to plan B.

I’m sure that everyone who experienced the rain we had on Tuesday has a story to tell about endurance and perseverance. To paraphrase the closing narration from the 1950s tv show Naked City, “there are eight million stories, of the rain event on Tuesday, Aug. 4. This… has been one of them.”