Why Can’t We Have a Happy Medium?

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Tuesday. It was supposed to rain. Guess what? It rained. Wednesday. Dry. Amazing. Today. Rain this morning. Mid-day break, then heavy rain tonight with severe storm threat again. This is a picture of the race track my son usually races at on Saturday nights. They are usually parked behind those signs on the right-hand side. You know, where the big pool of water is? Yeah… I'd say they may not be racing Saturday night.

I noticed Iowa made the national news this morning because of the flooding. They keep comparing it to the floods of 1993. Now they are the floods of 2008. Supposedly things are better now. They made the water treatment plant in Des Moines more secure so they would have water. (In 1993 they had to go 12 days without.) The water treatment plant where our water comes from has been sandbagged. So far, (knock on wood) our basement is dry and the creek hasn't gone out of the banks again. It keeps filling up, then draining down…

I don't even want to think about the crops anymore. I've heard it is too late for replanting, or will be by the time it dries out – if it dried out today. I keep hearing mumbling about crop insurance. It is just too depressing to think about it for very long. I don't know how Hubs is doing it. Lots of commiserating with his farmer friends. They're all in the same situation.

In other news. I'm going to a family reunion in Missouri on Saturday. I'm taking my mother. Just my mother. It is my fathers' family. Go figure. He's not up to it. I guess one of his sisters even called him and tried to get him to go and as I warned her, she was wasting her breath. Stubborn is one of my fathers' middle names. I have a feeling he's going to be a major topic of conversation. I'm not really looking forward to this. Ah, the joys of being an only child…