So a couple of posts ago, I may have suggested that the big bible guy is something ... well, less than entirely honest. Something about having promised no more floods, but then he went and flooded my garage. I may have used stronger language than is indicated here.
Well, apparently, s/he's PISSED, because on Saturday, there was a torrential downpour of rain, which turned briefly to hail, leaving enough on the ground for me to make a couple of snowballs and not be able to hit the tree that was 8 feet away. A friend and I had been working in the garage, but finished up just before the heavy stuff started coming down. We got the table saw back in, he took off, and I was watching the incredible forces of nature from the front steps. Pretty darned impressive.
After about 15 minutes, I thought I'd go see how the seal at the bottom of the garage door was holding up, as I couldn't see the door from the porch. I walked into through the house to the laundry room, opened the door leading to the garage ... and saw through the garage, out to the driveway, past the car, and out to the elements. (The weather ... there weren't actually multiple Hondas out front.) The garage door was wide open, with an inch or two of water all the way back to the laundry room door. Son of a bitch.
You wanna play this way, god? Fine. I'm in. It's go time.
2 days ago