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Yesterday it rained here 3+ inches, a torrential downpour that didn't stop for hours.
It didn't rain that much 20 miles away, we just got it right here.
Let me set this story up. We live on a downhill street, and when it rains hard, our street looks like a spillway at a hydro dam, the water going by. There it all goes down the hill to Mouse Creek. It's a pretty steep hill.
There's a narow section of ground between the sidewalk and the street. Do what you want with it. Some folks have flowers, we chose river rocks a few months ago, in lieu of weeds and flowers. We left a small patch of weeds and flowers around the mailbox, and Sue Unit got tired of seeing that, so last weekend or so I dug out the weeds and flowers and replaced it with more rocks.
Little did either of us know, that small clump of weeds and flowers were erosion control. With this week's storms, it washed a LOT of our carefully placed river rock down the road and into the street and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down the street.
So there I am this afternoon shoveling up our river rocks from the neighbors' driveway.
I was out there next door shoveling the gravels up and their 10-year-old kid comes out and asks...."Are you picking up all of those rocks?"
I said, "Yes I am."
Kid says, "Where did all of those rocks come from?" I said, "Right there," pointing to our house next door.
Like, maybe an alien spacecraft dropped them and all of a sudden there's a whole bunch of rocks in this kid's driveway and he had no idea or clue where they came from, other than heaven.
I wonder about today's kids, and this kid's dad calls him Shithead. In front of him, he calls him that. I just wonder.
It didn't rain that much 20 miles away, we just got it right here.
Let me set this story up. We live on a downhill street, and when it rains hard, our street looks like a spillway at a hydro dam, the water going by. There it all goes down the hill to Mouse Creek. It's a pretty steep hill.
There's a narow section of ground between the sidewalk and the street. Do what you want with it. Some folks have flowers, we chose river rocks a few months ago, in lieu of weeds and flowers. We left a small patch of weeds and flowers around the mailbox, and Sue Unit got tired of seeing that, so last weekend or so I dug out the weeds and flowers and replaced it with more rocks.
Little did either of us know, that small clump of weeds and flowers were erosion control. With this week's storms, it washed a LOT of our carefully placed river rock down the road and into the street and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down the street.
So there I am this afternoon shoveling up our river rocks from the neighbors' driveway.
I was out there next door shoveling the gravels up and their 10-year-old kid comes out and asks...."Are you picking up all of those rocks?"
I said, "Yes I am."
Kid says, "Where did all of those rocks come from?" I said, "Right there," pointing to our house next door.
Like, maybe an alien spacecraft dropped them and all of a sudden there's a whole bunch of rocks in this kid's driveway and he had no idea or clue where they came from, other than heaven.
I wonder about today's kids, and this kid's dad calls him Shithead. In front of him, he calls him that. I just wonder.
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