Hell and High Water...

It's been an interesting couple of days here in the valley....and the name of the post says it all. The first indicator of how the week was going to go was picking my son up from his moms and discovering that he had been swimming all week without any sunblock. I now have a whimpering, quivering mass of tears wandering half naked around the house until the sunburn subsides. No amount of lotions, sprays, cool baths or daddy kisses is helping. The same day that I picked up Seth, the news reports began about flooding north of us in the Indianapolis area. This was a concern for us in the fact that Indianapolis is the watershed for the river down here. The next day, reports began rushing in that crews were reinforcing levees and bridges were beginning to collapse. The devastation can be followed on a direct line from the Indy area to here, the water is coming and there was no escape. To top off everything, Grandma (yes I said Grandma) decides to drive home from Nancy's house this morning and has a wreck in Spencer. No injuries except the car, but here is the point...she drove against the wishes of everyone involved because there is absolutely no route open from Nancy's house to here...everything is either under water or has the bridge collapsed. Yet the ornery old gal did it anyway.

Welcome to my world..a world of the strange, contrive and the just plain wrong.