Rain, Rain Go Away

We are floating away here in Arkansas. Lots of rain, tornados, and flooding have marked the past three weeks. The Arkansas River has spilled over its boundaries to cover parts of the River Trail where I enjoy riding my bike and walking my dogs. It is definitely a record rainfall spring. Many are comparing it to the fateful 1927 when one third of the state was flooded.

I have previously introduced my many-greats Grandmother Worthington. She came from England in the 1800's to be married. People say she looks like me. It's the eyes.

This was painted upon her arrival in New York.

In the 1927 flood, someone dropped Grandmother Worthington, and this crack resulted.

Back to our present flooding. Thank you, Mr. State Farm Man for smashing your ladder against our gutter during the worst rainy season in 80 years.

Right in the middle of Davis dressing for his Jr/Sr Prom, the sump pump shorted out, and I thought the house was on fire. I pushed him out the door half-dressed with no pictures, but someone else took this one.

It is cold, dark, and full of water down this rabbit hole. But, down the hole is the only way to fix our water problem.



Even grown men marveled at their bravery for tackling this project, for going where few men have gone before... except... can I admit that once, when Jeff was out- of- town and the pump became clogged...

I paid my two youngest $5.oo each (in the day when $5.00 got me quite a lot with them!) to wade in freezing water up to their arm pits... in the pitch dark... over to the pump to start it again. Bless them! (You know by now, that is Southern for "glad that wasn't me!").

My Heroes

(Jeff is under there somewhere. I had to dangle upside- down to blindly take this picture.)

Seriously, would you wade through this water?

Mission Accomplished!