The Sea is a Salty One

 "Rained real hard and it rained for a real long time..6 feet of water on the streets of Evangeline.." - Louisiana 1927 by Randy Newman The entry way into our house where you can fold back the glass walls and open the living room up to the outside. Late last September when we got a tropical doldrums storm. This happened again today, not to the depth you see here, but still a good inch throughout most of the house. We had a tropical depression come through and dump copious amounts of rain in the morning. I kept nervously watching the French drain put in back in the winter, and it functioned well for the first few hours before being overrun by the storm. We got water in the house. Called up the guy that installed the French drain and had him and his crew out immediately. Nothing sat more than a half hour in the water, thank God! Not a single drop in the bedroom. I have to give Augusto and his crew credit, instead of days of me manning a mop and a squeegy they had it out lickity...

Sunset from a friend's boat ages ago. I've been hearing from my poor momma the last few days. An email here, a relayed message through an aunt, and some phone calls. She's worse than ever. Her grasp on reality is like trying to hang onto the wings of a butterfly in flight. She wanted to know my youngest daughter's phone number, something she's already had for ages now. The other things were rambling how much she loves "Mad Men" and Don Draper and 'that good looking Jon Hamm!' This was all accompanied by her raving about a wonderful book she recently read "Americanah" by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I decided to download it and read. Mom told me this was a fascinating look at everything wrong with American culture, written by a Nigerian, a expose documentary of a book. Imagine my surprise when I finished Mary Trump's book and queued this one up only to discover it was fictional. A novel. Yes, so now my mother has completely missed the ent...