I'm like my chickens in the morning. I have to stagger around bleary eyed as I wake up in stages. Byron wakes me at 5:30 to give me my medicine. Synthroid...I had graves desease. I turn around, curl back up and sleep until 6:00 when Byron announces...."It's six Kristi....It's six Kristi....IT'S SIX KRISTI!"
Then I stagger to the uniforms, stagger to the girls room, throw the uniforms at them, and then stagger to the sofa where I collapse until the girls emerge at 6:20. By then I'm a little more awake....just a little more awake....this is all to explain why I didn't get a picture of the lake in my front yard before the pumps caught up....four inches of rain in 90 minutes. We were the lucky ones. Other areas received 12 inches of rain in as much time! It's spring.
The pumps are capable of pumping out an inch an hour, so when it rains like this the pumping stations can't keep up. My home is built close to the Mississippi River on a natural levee. During Katrina I didn't get flood water even when my neighbors closer to the highway but further from the river did. This was the opposite of what all of the neighbors thought would happen.
Anyway....this is expected to go one for most of this weekend. If the lake happens again I'll take a pic. There I am right at the toe of the Louisiana boot south of New Orleans. See me?
Since sludging through water and scouting for water moccasins doesn't appeal to me, I'm going to stay in and make my daughter a summer skirt. Yep, one complete with a zipper. Zippers are something I fear.
I think this fabric is just cuteso. Luckily so does my 13 year old daughter who currently likes nothing. This is the book that has been building my confidence and courage. So much so that I am going to skip my faithful elastic and go for the zipper.