It rained a bunch last week, and a couple of times that meant I was mopping up water in my empty back room, which remains unfinished as the permit ordeal with the city continues. Next month will make Month 11 since the Harvey Flood. I never dreamed my house wouldn’t be finished in eleven months, BUT–I’m so grateful we’ve been able to live in it almost the entire time, and that for the most part, there is just that back room to finish and then little touch-ups here and there. Oh, and getting windows replaced. But still, so much has been done, and I never had to rent an apartment or be away from my home unless it was just down the street at Lynne’s (until she sold her house, our hurricane refuge!).
I’ve done my first painting in my new series. It’s whimsical but conveys my message. I went outside to photograph it in natural light. The dogs went with me. Right after we stepped out, there was a HUGE clap of thunder and simultaneous lightning. They looked at me as if I’d betrayed them. Trust me, Bat Pack, I don’t control the weather. It controls me. Because now it’s pouring, and soon I’ll be mopping up the back room again.
So no photo of the new painting. But I can offer you a pretty picture taken last week at a neighboring house between showers.
Some seriously odd weather going on this year. We had the driest June since modern records began in 1961.
I’ve been reading about your temperatures. Climate change is real, no matter what the ostriches over here want to believe about it. I guess science is just too hard.
They only think about short-term economics.