Listen To The Rhythm Of The Falling Rain ....

On Saturday Night we got pounded.
Crazy Irene came to town.
She blew and she spat and she sounded
Like she wanted to blow the house down.

Irene, Goodnight.

Irene, Goodnight.

Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene.

Stop giving me bad dreams!

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Okay, I promise, no more bad rhymes or songs.
At least not today.

It is 4:00 in the morning on Sunday, and Hurricane Irene is not done with us yet.

According to the weather dudes, she hasn't gotten up to speed around here.

Oh joy.

Howard is in Manhattan until Monday night, so Anne and Dion and I are holding down the fort.

It's awfully noisy; we have a translucent ceiling in the sunroom and every drop can be heard.

The winds are just now picking up, there have been a few thuds outside, and I can't settle down to go to bed.  Yet.  Or, at all.

So what's a gal to do?  Blog, of course.

I'm recycling a post from August 2009, and it's about rain.

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What does this look like?

No, it is not a bad painting of Niagara Falls.

Stay tuned; all will be made clear. Well, not really clear. . . you'll see!

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We look through a glass darkly.

See that long piece of granite on the left? It is the step from the lawn
behind the house, down to the patio outside the conservatory.

Look closer.
There's our Niagara Falls, at the end near the steps:

On Saturday, when we traveled down to the Jersey shore
to pick up my 99-cent high-class Hooker coffee table
(read about that here, if you are curious),
we had brilliant sunshine on the Garden State Parkway.

That was Saturday, August 2009.  It didn't last.

On Sunday. . . I took these pictures through our conservatory windows:

The last time we saw this much water swamp That Old House this quickly, was the first day we owned it.

We ran for our soggy lives from the driveway into the sunroom.

It was also the day we discovered that rain on a conservatory roof is really loud,

and that the boiler room gets puddles during very heavy downpours.

Welcome, Mr and Mrs New Mortgageowner, to your new home!

These pictures aren't great, because they were taken through rain-spattered glass, but you can see the water
a couple of inches deep on top of the patio pavers, with ripples from the wind on the surface.

How big is a cubit anyway?

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And that's my lazy post for this Sunday, linked to 
Sunday Favorites, at Chari's Happy To Design blog.

Click here!


Since I fully expect to lose power when Irene really begins

blowing in about an hour, I thought I'd better post now.

Irene is already causing our shutters to flap and tree limbs to go flying,

and odd things to thud against the house.  And our patio is already covered in a few inches of water.

Can't wait to see what else she has in store.

And she's spawning tornadoes.  Charming.

I hope that all 65 million of us in Irene's path use our God-given common sense, and stay indoors and safe.  And Irene?  You've made your point; go home.  No, really.  GO HOME.  Thanks.  -- Cass