It's still raining...

and the water on the patio was getting deeper...so I fill a couple of garbage cans with water off the patio. That seemed pretty feeble. Then I did a little trenching (yes, I disturbed a bit of Karl's precious grass) so the water could run off the patio, through the flower beds (which was also turning into a swimming pool right next to the house) out the gate and down the slope that runs between the houses out to the road. That work quite nicely.

So now it can keep raining.

Now where the man of the house when the place is flooding? Aren't I just suppose to just stay in the house and act helpless when these types of calamities threaten?

Love, Mom T.