What The Hell…high Water??

I was up most of the night with my dog Cooper who is frightened by thunderstorms.  As such, I hit the snooze one too many times this AM and woke up later than I would have liked which set my whole day back an hour…and what a difference an hour can make. 

Today is the last day of the Boy’s State exercise in Wahpeton – an exercise that I have attended every year since 2003.  It is one of the highlights of my summer and a rare opportunity to see some EM folks and Boy’s State folks that I don’t get to see often enough.  Yesterday I had to bow out on our annual dinner as I was feeling ill and here today I was starting late – not my best year.

I should have left at 8 AM today, but by the time I was ready to leave – 9 AM – there really was no option to leave West Fargo based on the massive thunderstorm that moved slowly through the city and felt obliged to linger. 

At 8:30 AM I thought it prudent to get the trash out (even though the downpour was already in full force) prior to attempting to do anything more with my hair than blow dry it.  Good call I’d say as upon my return to the house I was drenched to the bone – and I am not at all exaggerating on that one – I have been less wet in the shower.  It was quite the unwelcomed wet t-shirt moment for me – haven’t heard the neighbors’ thoughts on it yet, but I bet they got a good laugh at the whole scene – it was nothing if not laughable.

At any rate, I recouped and was ready to head out at about 9 AM when the first of five waves of hail hit West Fargo in an hour.   Well, long story short – I am still here in West Fargo as even after the rain subsided and after I took photos of the neighbors’ yards behind me (which were amazingly turned into mini-lakes) I realized that my street (a cul-de-sac) was flooded above the curb line.  No way is my Matchbox car going to make it down the street today with all that water. 

So, here I am stranded and unable to attend the final day of the Boy’s State exercise.  I am not diggin’ Mother Nature all that much right now.  To all my colleagues and friends at the Boy’s State exercise I say – until next year stay safe and well…to Mother Nature well, for you madam I only have one choice finger.

Day three hundred and forty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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