So, the house painters showed up on Thursday to power wash, scrape, prime, trim bushes, cover up windows etc. Finally. We've been waiting all summer. So, they return on Friday, put up the scaffolding, start painting, and in comes the rain. And it hasn't stopped since.
Yesterday at work we all set out on our daily trek for coffee, happy with the drizzle. But then an un-Oregon like thunderstorm moved in. It poured, it thundered, there was lightning, we got pelted with hail. It was insane. Yet we still walked past 2 other coffee shops to reach the preferred one. By the time we got back to the building, we were all completely soaked, and our cars out front were inaccessible because the drains were backed up & the water was nearly to the car doors. My little space heater became the designated shoe/sock/foot dryer for everyone all night. :) It was insane.
It's still pouring, and my house stinks like wet dog. Brody, who wouldn't set paw outside if it was sprinkling in Arizona, looooves the rain. I also just noticed when I went out to get him (since all my windows are covered up with painters' plastic sheeting & I can't see outside) that one of our trees in the backyard (new AP-style spelling of back yard) is mostly on the ground now. The two huge top branches fell down in the storm, taking down part of the fence, and coming *this close* to the house next door. Yikes!
Jim's on his way home, for good! Yay! Not to leave town for almost three whole weeks! But that time, I'll get to go with him.