Dylan Thomas

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Up to the sills and overflowing!

Today Soldiers Grove and Gays Mills has expelled 200 families from their homes due to the huge deluge of rain which is pounding down outside as I blog. My home is soggy, Hobbz the backyard dog couldn't go in his house or lie down. He is presently in the laundry room safe and cozy. I have little to complain about really...
The other flood is the flood of accusations from my husband, as he is having a terrible weekend imagining me as his prisonkeeper and guard. He tried screaming and scheming to get me to allow him to drive the truck in my absence. I needed to send in reinforcements to get him calm. I think it is still raining inside and out at my house.

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