power of positive thinking

Mom wanted to go to a bookstore today, but was feeling a bit uncomfortable so we've postponed our eagerly awaited outing. Sister A and yrs. truly take after mom in our love of reading. We have our discount coupons waiting for the next opportunity to get mom out of the house and into our shared favorite hangout...anyplace with things to read.

Instead, mom and Sister A continued the clean up from yesterday's flooding while I got some work done. The forecast called for more rain. We felt the humidity throughout the day, but no rain. Yay. Yrs. truly and Sister A were not eager to fill more sand bags. We decided that a conditioning workout for budding volleyball players is called for this weekend.

Around 5pm I was trying to get some last work emails sent, mom was watching our lame duck "President" and Sister A was preparing mom's dinner when the power went out. Dad was home and we all joined mom in the "sick room" to watch the dramatic lightning show over the ocean. Sister A said what could be more desirable than a candlelight dinner at the beach.

We chatted about a favorite topic of all, meals we have known. Both of my parents' mothers were famous cooks in their day and Sister A and I were tortured with remembered dishes and renowned cooking phases that occured before we were old enough to appreciate them. Clearly the current administration's contempt of the rule of law and the Geneva Conventions contributed to mom and dad's callous disregard for our right to not be tormented by the recounting of eating experiences that could never be recreated.

Then the rain came down. Not quite as continuously as yesterday, but again, large volumes in a short period.

Sister A and I bolted into action. I was forced to don a headlamp, courtesy of Sister A, who outfits the family with fabulous items sold by her employer, Well Known Recreational Equipment Store. Time to check on our Flood Control plan. I rearranged sand bags and put together 40 ft. of drain pipe extension to divert run off into the empty lot. Dad helped us to move things above the 6 inch Hundred Year mark, everything that had not been cleaned off was left to fate.

We looked pretty funny to each other, but it was nice to have hands free. We decided we had done all we could and went upstairs to dry off and report to Field Marshall Mom. Of course, as soon as we completed our mission in the dark, the power came back on.

No more candlelight reminiscing, thank the powers that be.