Flooding & Haircut Friday
(Day Forty-One)
I took this picture before I left for work this morning. It's Mud Lake, formerly known as our backyard.
If you look closely you can see the current of Mud Creek, the origin of this deluge, past the trees.
Having a flooded backyard doesn't bother me or even alarm me anymore -- it's just another weird quirk of our little, in-the-city-but-feels-like-the-country house, and in a strange way I love it. I probably won't love it if the water ever actually reaches our house, but for now, it's something to smile and shake my head about.
After a busy day at work, which was mostly spent sending emails every which way and running around from meeting to meeting*, Michael and Clyde and I left for Haircut Friday in Marion.
I'm sorry. I took a selfie in the mirror as I was letting my hair dry. I don't feel okay about it. But I liked that I could see Clyde's mopey face and my dad's feet in the other room.
If you haven't read my past posts about Haircut Friday, or if you do not know my family, then you might think it's strange that 1) I do something called Haircut Friday on a regular basis 2) I brought my dog to a hair salon. You can read more about that here. Clyde came along this time because we were heading to the lake afterwards, so he had to suffer in the waiting room for a couple hours. He did not enjoy it. Now that we're safely at the lake, he's passed out on his blanket like he's been through a traumatic experience.
I wasn't at the lake more than 30 minutes before my grandma offered to help us out with our Olive & Clyde printer problem by talking to someone she knows who has a print shop. I was not surprised by this at all. My grandma is a problem solver and a go-getter. I wrote down some discussion points for her on a Prilosec promotional notepad so she could go to the printers armed with information.
Now I'm tired, and it's cold again, which is the cruelest of tricks for Mother Nature to play. Time for sleep.
*Here's one other highlight of my workday: I figured out I could use a paper clip to keep from having to fish my teabag out of the bottom of my mug. And I took a picture of it. Yup.
I took this picture before I left for work this morning. It's Mud Lake, formerly known as our backyard.
If you look closely you can see the current of Mud Creek, the origin of this deluge, past the trees.
Having a flooded backyard doesn't bother me or even alarm me anymore -- it's just another weird quirk of our little, in-the-city-but-feels-like-the-country house, and in a strange way I love it. I probably won't love it if the water ever actually reaches our house, but for now, it's something to smile and shake my head about.
After a busy day at work, which was mostly spent sending emails every which way and running around from meeting to meeting*, Michael and Clyde and I left for Haircut Friday in Marion.
I'm sorry. I took a selfie in the mirror as I was letting my hair dry. I don't feel okay about it. But I liked that I could see Clyde's mopey face and my dad's feet in the other room.
If you haven't read my past posts about Haircut Friday, or if you do not know my family, then you might think it's strange that 1) I do something called Haircut Friday on a regular basis 2) I brought my dog to a hair salon. You can read more about that here. Clyde came along this time because we were heading to the lake afterwards, so he had to suffer in the waiting room for a couple hours. He did not enjoy it. Now that we're safely at the lake, he's passed out on his blanket like he's been through a traumatic experience.
I wasn't at the lake more than 30 minutes before my grandma offered to help us out with our Olive & Clyde printer problem by talking to someone she knows who has a print shop. I was not surprised by this at all. My grandma is a problem solver and a go-getter. I wrote down some discussion points for her on a Prilosec promotional notepad so she could go to the printers armed with information.
Now I'm tired, and it's cold again, which is the cruelest of tricks for Mother Nature to play. Time for sleep.
*Here's one other highlight of my workday: I figured out I could use a paper clip to keep from having to fish my teabag out of the bottom of my mug. And I took a picture of it. Yup.