... On the first day of the new year, ten and a half months after the flood began, the floodwaters had almost dried up from the earth. Noah lifted back the covering of the boat and saw that the surface of the ground was drying.
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| "What's for bloody lunch?" |
I think I know how Noah felt. I feel 601 years old today but at least it's not raining at the moment. I might be able to do some outdoor activity today.
Not golf because apparently the course is sodden although one positive aspect of that is that golf carts are banned until the course dries out. Maybe tomorrow.
I might get a walk in and there are lots of things I need to do around the property like picking up tree debris, fern and flax fronds.
I'll check under the house and hope that there's not too much dampness. Hopefully the new drainage system will have fixed water problems.
I'll reaffix the sheet of trellis to the under deck area that the storm blew down.
The lawn needs mowing but I'll wait until its properly dry before doing that. Ditto for weed spraying as I'm not entirely sure that the rains are finished. I'll do that after Easter.
Busy busy busy. I have no time to go galavanting to restaurants for fancy schmancy lunches like Richard, Shelley and The old Girl today. My lunch will be a sandwich made of the leftover venison sausage and roast potato from last night's dinner.*
* It will be yummy though.
4 comments:
Stand down, evidently TOG doesn't read the blogs. RBB will have your back in about an hour at lunch as well.
Have my back?
He'd be better off with a salad I think.
Lynn wasn't very impressed about the old outside chair being thrown onto the roof. Though she was impressed when I told her you'd been going to bed at 4.30pm.
Time for this blog to be updated.
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