Rain has been pouring down on and off for days. The lakes are filling up, the streams are running and the crawl space in our basement will not dry out.
A morning ritual here is facetiming the two little grandchildren in NY. Quinn is the youngest, and Evie is the sister. Quinn had on his Batman suit and raced his scooter up and down the hall. Evie is at school. Seeing the kids breaths life into a new day.
Mrs. Kadizzle is down at the lake trying to make America safe for democracy by maintaining the trials for the Forest Service. She returns to the mountain today. Kadizzle must get the house in order to keep her steam pressure down.
The Hooples are amazing liars. There is something about lying they love. Kadizzle read the comment section of the paper and noticed a Hoople lied about old Kadizzle. The same bunch of Republican Hooples lied and implied Kadizzle had a hand gun. Kadizzle has never owned one, and deplores the concept. The minor MAGA rats are just like the big ones they lie as they breathe. Trump set the standard, and Santos took it on as a challenge. All the Republicans seem scared to lie in court so they don't show up.
On an entirely different subject there is an article in the NYT about people killed in Buckskin Gulch. We have hiked the Gulch and it is amazing. You absolutely don't want to be in that slot canyon when a flash flood hits. Having been there the story is very interesting and brings back memories of the time we spent there. Hiking a slot canyon is a unique experience and as you do it you can just imagine what a disaster a flood would be.
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