In about an hour, Anne and I will be leaving,
heading to our church to help make bag lunches
for people in the local flooded areas.
In the car is our dehumidifier, which Howard bought earlier this
month to dry out the new concrete on the French drains in our cellar.
Someone right now needs it more than we do,
because we are lottery-win-style lucky.
Had we not moved to That Old House 3-and-a-half years ago, we'd be in the thick of it.
See that stop sign? On the other side of that road is the old house we used to live in.
Dion used to read his "pee-mail" on that street sign, now nearly submerged.
I lifted this picture from the Facebook page of our former babysitter and neighbor, Jackie.
Our dear old Craftsman, in the late Fall of 2007.
I still have dreams that we live here.
I think you always feel a special love for the house where your children grew up.
Well, we're off to make sandwiches; it's such a small thing, but at least it's something.
Enjoy your Wednesday! See you tomorrow ... Cass
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