Well, the carpet survived its second deluge of heavy rain yesterday. The first was a few months ago. We got pretty much all of the water sucked into the carpet shampooer, but now the house smells like a wet pile of two-day-old soured laundry. Not a pleasant odor. Our patio tilts down where it meets the back of the house, which is also where we have sliding glass doors off the living room and off the master bedroom. So the water came in.

It was pretty intense for a while. Non-stop action. Since we soaked all of the bath towels we own, I threw them into the washer on "spin," then tossed them into the dryer to put them back on the floor. Lindsay, Zach, and the minis were here, and they all pitched in: Lindsay used the shampooer to extract water from the carpet, Zach went out in the rain and dug a little trench to divert the flow of the water, and Squeal and Squeak laid towels around the bedroom floor and jumped up and down on them to soak up water. Squish sat on the couch "reading" a book while she watched all the action, which was the best thing she could do to help.

In spite of a few problems, we're not complaining. How can we be anything but thankful for a couple of inches of sorely needed rain for this parched area we call home? I don't know about you, but we have some cracks in our backyard that look more like craters. No, we're not complaining. Thank you, Lord, for a little rain.

That was yesterday. Today, Mike and I accompanied a friend to Smilin' Rick's in Denton. Our friend hardly batted an eye as he sat on the receiving end of the tattoo needles our son applied to his flesh. I don't think he needed our "support," but he humored us and let us come along anyway. He really acted like it was almost a non-event except that the symbols he chose to wear from now one had very special meaning for him.

We did enjoy watching our son ply his trade as a tattoo artist. It was Mike's first time to see him work. It's a very clean process done with sterile supplies in a place that looks more like an eclectic Goth/Old West/Mystical art studio than anything else. It certainly isn't your grandpa's tattoo parlor.

Sometimes our boring normal isn't quite so boring. Or normal, for that matter!

posted by Joye @ 11:56 PM

3 Comments:

At 8/09/2006 2:38 AM, OCDmunkey said…

Ian does great work. He did mine & I have one more for him to do in a few months.
At 8/09/2006 8:59 AM, Mike Messerli said…

Great new web look. Very nice. Nice blog today too, yeah, it was fun.
At 8/09/2006 9:58 AM, Schweers' Mom said…

I thought I had "hit" the wrong page when your blog came up this morning! Wow!

Hey - if you want to borrow "Mad hot ballroom", I'd love to bring it by your house (just call me). All you have to do is pop it in the mail when you are done (I have the return envelope).