Flood Watch

Marty stood at the back door all day yesterday watching in amazement as the usually serene Laundry Brook, due to snow melt and persistant rain, morphed into a raging river of mud. A huge rock he kept his eye on completely disappeared within an hour or two.

He checked the basement, which only had a little moisture near one of the edges. It's a dirt and cement affair with nothing of value in it. It was once used as a root cellar. We joked all day about fleeing the scene, which isn't at all funny since people do lose their houses (and their lives) to flooding. According to our broker, Laundry Brook has never overflowed its banks. There's always a first time.

I checked the weather today in Jeffersonville and there was snow in the report, one to three inches. That would be a pretty sight to see, a raging river of muck with snow falling soundlessly into it.

Marty starts his new job today. He's a little nervous, but I know he's going to do just fine, especially if he can keep in mind our picturesque country house.