Muddy Waters

 

A monkey just outside my sewing room window.

Today we had a "Come to Asthma Jesus" meeting this morning where I told a certain man I needed help, hired, or him, to keep the house during my asthma times. Sylvie is in Nica for who knows how long. My stupid Roomba broke a few weeks ago, and I do not do sweeping or dusting because of the asthma. Someone has to play step and fetch it and do those things. 

After we came up with a plan that involved him sweeping, dusting and cleaning windows with me doing everything else, at least until I can slide into Price Smart and pick up a new Roomba we departed to hit up the Auto Mercado. Our unintended house guest has done a number on my broom, breaking it, and wrecked all sorts of havoc on supplies and implements. 

We live on a big property, so sometimes things can happen near the gate we don't see right away. We pulled up the the gate and the entire front half of our property was flooded with water gushing in. I freaked out, jumped out of the car to make sure it wasn't the water main coming into the property because there was a tiny leak there once, and the Asada has been out a few times digging up pipe and meters. Yelling at Jim to call the Asada.

Jim's jumping out of the Honda to yell at me, I'm in a panic yelling at him over the six inches deep water on both sides of the gate. A neighbor stuck his head out to tell us he was draining his pool, right down the street, where it settled in the lowest spot, our driveway. Made for a few tense minutes there. Neighbor did not realize it was draining into our yard.

Thankfully the French drains just routed the water out beyond the wall, but it is always some dumb little something. Every day an adventure. I could use a little boring please.

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