It’s 33F and pouring rain again. It’s coming down in buckets. If I was in Lindale, I’d be snowed in. I’m just on the edge of the rain or snow line. Crockett, 20 miles away, has snow. The sheep pens are awful. Pastures are in standing water, well, right now, running water.
I have my last day of therapy this morning. I don’t know if I can even get out. Water runs over the road just past my driveway. I’ve driven through it before. The school bus runs at 7:00, it’s still dark. I don’t envy that bus driver, traveling all these country backroads in bad weather, in the dark. At least I’ll be able to see, if I can’t see the bottom, I’m going back home.
It is storming and it’s going to do it again tomorrow. Then finally we will get some sunny days and cloudy days but no rain.
Talked to
@Devonviolet yesterday. Tree limbs were breaking off from the ice load. They are only 163 miles north of me. A big branch fell on their goat shed. I hope they keep power.
I am so ready for a real barn for my animals. I’ll have to haul in dirt to build it up before I build the barn so it doesn’t become a swamp.
Whole farm is a swamp.
My friend Chris came over yesterday with his 4WD truck and pulled my trailer out where I can hook onto it.
As I was feeding yesterday evening, my boot got stuck in the muck just as I was navigating a turn, and down I went in the liquid poop and mud. Fortunately I landed on my butt. If I had of done a face plant, my screaming curses would have peeled bark off trees for a mile away. Dogs thought I wanted to play. By the time I rolled around to get up, I was fully saturated. Finished chores, stripped in utility room, put clothes in washer and headed for a shower.
More rain storms tomorrow then 6 days of no rain.