This rain 'event' snuck up on me. I was aware we were supposed to get some rain but I didn't hear about how much or I just didn't pay any attention. We got a lot last weekend stretched over
several days with most falling on Saturday.
This past Thursday night (actually Friday morning) we got more than was
I able to measure. My gauge was
overflowing. It measures up to 5 inches
with about 1 inch above that that has no measurable marks. We have indications from the weather guys of
spots near us that got over 9 inches in about 3 hours. That's a lot of water.
We are OK, and for some reason my roof has not leaked that I
can tell from either rain event. I have
no idea why there have been no leaks.
Last week the rain was slow and gentle with no wind. So I assumed it was to slow of rain and
without the wind pushing it under shingles was the reason it didn't leak. That wasn't the case this time. We had everything that event didn't have
except hail. Wind, tropical downpour, and
from the direction that would have gotten under the shingles. 'Shrugs'
I don't know. I assume it leaked
some but not enough to get through where it was detectable. Drips from the ceiling sort of thing. I'll be glad when that roofer gets his other
job finished and gets over here.
We are expecting more later today and into the evening. There have been multiple reports of
tornadoes in the area with damage that is isolated. Nothing widespread thankfully.
I haven't heard about any high water rescues that usually happen with
this type event. Hopefully there won't
be any. I have a friend that is one of
those men that do that rescue thing. He
always has more stories than you ever hear on the news. So I am sure there were some. I hope that the trick or treaters have to sense to not do anything stupid.
Doing yard work the other day I stirred up a few
critters. I saw a small snake
slithering away from me and then there was this
What is that?
Mothra's uglier little brother? That thing was bigger than my fat
fingers. At least 4.5 inches long and
way thicker than my fingers that my sons say are sausages.
Happy Trails