Wade In The Water

A really good spiritual and all around fun song to sing and snap to, by the way.

Coastal Maine was under flash flood warnings all day. I can understand why. The official pond on the south side of my yard overflowed to merge with the unofficial pond that started on the north side of my yard. Now, it's just one big frog fest. Sure, when we went to dinner at ye olde Holiday Inn (no, not the Bing Crosby movie) there were the police and fire out full force with the draining hoses stretched down a street (reminds me of just outside Pete Blane's garage every year, huh?), but that can't possibly compare with what my husband found in the basement.

Well, actually, I'm not sure how to phrase that. There actually wasn't much basement at all. Just all the stuff that he had stored in the crawl space to keep safe and dry now floating around the basement steps. Water heater? Under water. Furnace? Not quite. (everything's working now, though, thank God) After my husband was not quite so blue in the face and language, I hollered down the steps, "Do you need your Wellies?" Once the new spate of cursing stopped I found that Wellies won't do you much good when the water is past your knees. That puts it at well over two feet, folks.

On a more positive note, whilst watching my son make friends with all the surrounding tables at the restaurant this evening (and you thought I was outgoing!), I noticed that the restaurant was, indeed, full of tourists. The fact that most of them were speaking German and/or French kinda gave it away. (I'm quick like that) Then I got to thinking: another difference between Block Island and Bath. The tourists here (at least for leaf peeping time) are almost all older, upper middle class folk traveling in extremely well-behaved groups. A great many that I've met over the past few weeks are from Germany. And Quebec (but they don't count). Huh. Matt pointed out that there's not a heckuva lot of nightlife here in Bath, so that may have something to do with it. I pointed out that maybe there's not a heckuva lot of nightlife in Bath because Bath doesn't attract those who need it. We're both right, I think. Not that Bath is a huge tourist area. But they get their share. I've still yet to see a single moped, though.

By the way, thanks to my mother-in-law who put the baby's name on Providence Channel 10 news with all the one year birthdays. Melanie C. called to wish her "boyfriend" a happy first and a few of you made mention, too. We'll be down for Thanksgiving (provided my in-laws were planning on having Thanksgiving.) and I hope to see everyone. And if you see D. Lamb, let her know I'll bring her anything from Halcyon Yarn she'd like.

Wade in the Water...Wade in the Water, Children...Wade in the Water...God's Gonna Trouble the Water.

Star Wars

It's been a long, dry spell without any true train-wrecking notoriety from public personas since Tom Cruise's War of the Worlds went more buster than block and most of us peons are back to asking "Katie who?". Oh, sure, for a while there was a bit of a juicy distraction in the Angelina/Brad/Jen thing - surely I can't be the only person in America thinking 'Taylor/Fischer/Reynolds" here. Or can I? Angelina is definitely the Elizabeth Taylor bad girl - which only makes the career get better if you play it as the misunderstood villainess. Jennifer Aniston is such a ringer for goody-two-shoes Debbie Reynolds that it's silly. And Eddie Fischer? Well, Liz dumped him pretty quickly, that's for sure. I would tend to caution Mr. Pitt that he should remember what happened to good ol' Eddie. That's right, nobody remembers.

Alas, things just aren't nearly as horrifically interesting as when Tom jumped on Oprah's sofa and then didn't even bother to offer to clean it (although, according to O Magazine, Oprah's glad he didn't because now they can auction off the couch for charity. Geez, I soooo wanna be her!).

Hope something juicy comes up, or I'm reduced to watching the squirrel feeder...or the empty mailbox.