The Mother of all Foghorns…
Yes, the mother of all foghorns rang loud [content removed] today. I’d heard it once before, but never in the middle of a massive, torrential downpour that seemingly came from nowhere. It’s the signal there for a “drill” … which in this case wasn’t a drill, but the likelihood of a flash flood. Within moments a buzz of activity signified that everyone was in “flood protection” mode, and bulldozers were rolling and trucks were carting sand-bags. The level of preparation was extremely impressive — but not too surprising. Say what you will about Scientologists, but as a whole their organization is extremely well run, extremely well organized, and staffed by people who are passionate about what they do. (Maybe corporate america should take some lessons?)
Anyway, the downpour knocked out power (but only until our generator kicked in), snapped some trees, and created some pretty minor flooding, but nothing major where we were. Later, however, in listening to the news I heard a story about a flash flood that covered 19 parked cars. It turns out it was on Soboba Road — which is literally a few corners down the road from us. Wow.
So, I was “home” on Sunday, but spent the day at the beach … the family & firepit routine … I loved it. It was hard to leave the s’mores and head out [content removed], but around 8pm I did go …. only to arrive around 10pm and work for the next 6 hours. After a full day today, I’m home now and heading off to a few short hours of sleep before a very busy day at The Calendar Factory. I guess there’s about a week more of this, which is probably all my body could take…. then a few days “off” to move my grandparents (yeah, real relaxing!) and back to a more normal schedule.


September 7th, 2006 at 11:18 am
and I was going to send you a text last night telling you to be careful in the rain! guess I should have sent it! Sounds like you have some interesting stories to tell when you get back. And no, I don’t think your tea thing is weird. I actually use the coffee maker when I travel to make oatmeal. Maybe we can catch up on your long drive to Reno. Unelss you are flying? I have no idea!! I also don’t know where the grandparents are going! Later! M
September 8th, 2006 at 1:59 am
Flying … definitely flying up there. My GPs are moving from Gardnerville — an hour outside of Reno — up to Reno proper. Big move, though, since they’re getting rid of a “barn and a half” worth of stuff. (Sounds funny, but I mean that literally!)