And tonight’s guest is….

So we’re very relaxed here in Duck. So relaxed, in fact, that we’re not worried about the effects of DodgeBall (the movie) on our young impressionable children. And not worried about blogging. Or the torrential rains. Or just about anything else. So….

It was convenient to get a guest blogger. (I seem to get input whenever I need it most.) Regularly scheduled programming will return tomorrow. Though we might sleep late.

Dwowning, by Miz Liz

Did Elmer Fudd ever talk about “dwowning?” I feel as though I am right now, with only a wee glimmer of hope in sight. You see, after four solid days of rain, Acuweather
predicts that, following heavy rains, possible flooding, and thunderstorms this evening, it’s going to be cloudy, with some sun tomorrow afternoon and a possible thunderstorm (emphasis on “possible”).

If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, it’s been raining here in Maryland. Torrentially (is that an adverb?) raining. And it’s been raining in D.C. and Virginia, and probably, I suspect, along much of the Eastern Seaboard. The forecasters keep talking about a stalled weather system. And in the meantime, many of the roads have been closed due to mudslides (yes, mudslides) and flooding, and folks have been evacuated from their cars and homes. It’s actually pretty bad. And I feel pretty lucky right now; I have a roof over my head, my car still starts after sitting out for four days in the downpours, and save for a six-hour outage on Saturday, our power has remained on.

Last night, as I was sitting watching Treasure Hunters, and praying that the power would stay on through the downpour, thunderbolts and lightening, I heard a strange noise emanating from the kitchen. Now mind you, the cat drinks out of one of those funky fountains so the sound of running water is pretty much rote in our household. However, this was NOT the fountain; rather something that can be likened to a very distant waterfall. So I turned on the kitchen light, turned towards the noise, and noticed about three inches of water accumulating inside the windowsill and starting to run down the walls.

Having lived in NYC for most of my adult life, I must admit that when an emergency strikes, I’m accustomed to calling the super. Hmmm. Now mind you, my current “super,” (i.e., the gentleman I live with) is in Africa right now (where, by the way, the population would most truly benefit from these torrential rains) and I’m flying solo for a month. So, facing adversity in my kitchen, I decided that my best bet was to play it safe and battle the elements before they started battling me for floor space. What’s a girl to do? Grab some paper towel and start mopping the window sill, right? I think you can imagine how successful this effort was. And during this effort, I could only fantasize that Lucille Ball was smiling down on me, that is, until I realized that a bath towel wedged in the window might actually do the trick.

So here I sit, 24 hours, two bath towels, and several rainfalls later, pondering tonight’s adventure. At least I know that while the “super” is away. I can truly address those little problems that might arise without “dwowning.” Let’s hope that the rest of the area’s residents fare as well. And in honor of all of us who might feel like we’re dwowning from time to time, whatever the reason, I’d like to propose a toast with a new drink – the “. Bottoms up!