"Repent, all ye sinners!"

Evidently Florida...strike that, PENSACOLA...has done quite a number of no-nos in God's eyes. For the second time in a week, we have been hit with a deluge and accompanying hail, flash floods, and tornadic favorable conditions. Mind you, people are still recovering from Ivan down here.

My neighborhood has one street that allows us access into it. It's a great neighborhood. Small and quiet. Quaint and filled with its national quota of retired seniors. I like it because I feel safe. At one time, as I was told, it was covered by a creek. It's a low area. A persistent drizzle lasting a couple of days will flood that lone street making it barely passable for my little Sentra.

Now take a moment to click over to here and look at that car in the story. Go on. I'll wait. That's not an exaggeration of where the water stands when the street floods in my neighborhood.

Last Friday when the first storm hit, I wasn't sure if we'd make it out of the neighborhood to get Em to school. I called the school to see if classes were cancelled. NOPE. BIG FAT NOPE! I took my child. They had almost no parking lot because it was under inches of water. I was going to call the superintendent and let him know what I thought. They cancel school for a hurricane and snow, don't they? I left her there against my better judgement. Dumb me. In passing an intersection going home not far from the school, I saw a car stranded in a store parking lot. The water was up to its windows. The county had closed off the adjacent road's traffic because of the flooding with a fire truck. I turned around and retrieved Em. When I checked her out at the office, they informed me that the superintendent finally decided that any child that missed school due to the weather would have an excused absence. You think?!

The weather was fine until last evening. It started raining after sunset and lasted throughout the night. It's bright and beautiful today, but all the reservoirs that the city has along its roads are absolutely filled. Many streets are still flooded. Yards in my neighborhood look like bogs. My carpet in my den continues to get wet because of the damn fucking asshole of a contractor that does lazy ass work on houses and can't build shit, and the rain seeps in under the front wall and door that he constructed when he worked on the house years ago. We have a 50% chance of rain for today, I heard, which means nothing to me....last Friday in the middle of the major storm, the weatherman told the viewing audience that Pensacola had a drizzling rain. Uh-huh, yeah. Ok.

All I'm saying is...I know what a cubit is. I know how to use a saw, a hammer and nails and I have some hugenormous trees in my back yard as well as in all my neighbors'. And last night on my way in to the store to buy some food, a beautiful, sexy wet man in jeans and button up shirt crossed my path....so, I found my Noah.

**NOTE: I thought I had lost this post. When I tried to save this yesterday, the computer and internet world ate it. I was an unhappy person; and when I tried to fight my way back into Typepad to curse about the lost of my post, like a damn sentinel the two fiends wouldn't allow me in again. So, today I came here with my poor self to put word to symbolic paper about my day....lo and behold....a miracle. I found the post miracuously saved. AHA!!! The first miracle in the canonization of Pope John Paul the Great. (hey I'm Catholic. I can make jokes at my own doctrine's expense. Mind you...it's not at the Pope's....just the Catholic Church's.)