The rain has stopped and the sunshine has returned! Everything is so soaked outside that you can't even walk without sliding in the mud now and then. The joys of clay soil.
The low water bridge at the end of our road was flooded out for a while yesterday and we were without electricity for a few hours. That seems to be a routine for us lately. If nothing else, it spurred me to add batteries to my grocery list. We've been out for a while and I keep forgetting about them--since we only seem to need them when the electricity is out. The Arkie in me, I guess!
Oh, once upon a time in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his little cabin door
And fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear,
A jolly old tune that he played by ear.
It was raining hard, but the fiddler didn't care,
He sawed away at the popular air,
Tho' his rooftree leaked like a waterfall,
That didn't seem to bother the man at all.
A traveler was riding by that day,
And stopped to hear him a-practicing away;
The cabin was a-float and his feet were wet,
But still the old man didn't seem to fret.
So the stranger said
Now the way it seems to me,
You'd better mend your roof, said he.
But the old man said as he played away,
I couldn't mend it now, it's a rainy day.
The traveler replied,
That's all quite true,
But this, I think, is the thing to do;
Get busy on a day that is fair and bright,
Then patch the old roof till it's good and tight.
But the old man kept on a-playing at his reel,
And tapped the ground with his leathery heel.
Get along, said he, for you give me a pain;
My cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain.
Have a great day,
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