And so shall I.
Here in the desert southwest, rain is never a given, it is always a happy event and most of the time a surprise. We have over the course of the past few weeks received more rain here in parts of Albuquerque and the state than we did in the all of the last two years.
Back when I was a kid (when the dinosaurs roamed the earth), there would be always be floods for those of us who lived close to the Rio Grande River. That's why they call it a flood plain. Also if you lived in some areas of town and your street ran perpendicular to the mountains you had a ready made asphalt creek when the rains came right in front of your house. Spent many a summers evening running down our street with all the neighbor kids playing in the water.
We have had flash flood warnings every night for a week now. Parts of our downtown areas were completely flooded and many of the manholes popped off from the pressure of the flood waters and streets torn up from the rushing water. These are all not normal events for us. I've lived here all my life and can only remember a handful of times that we have had to battle really bad floods that have overrun the flood channels that were built in the 1960's. But we do have an extensive flood control, rapid water rescue units and water divergent systems in place because we are in close proximity to the Sandia and Manzano Mountains. So even if we don't get rain here in the metro, if it's raining in the mountains there is a flood danger. But the past several years we have been in a drought and many had forgotten the danger of rushing water.
Oh we have what is jokingly referred to as our monsoon season which is the month of July thru the first couple of weeks of August. And it always rains a couple of days during the state fair in September. But our normal rainfall is maybe 5" a year (in a good year), we had 5" of rain for the month of July and the first week of August has brought another 4" already.
In other words we are damp, even humid. It's a real game changer. Muggy is a word I don't normally use. Our swamp coolers are a joke, and quite frankly it isn't a funny one. But I am not complaining cuz what good would that do anyway). Rain has brought all kinds of interesting things to our doorstep. Big ole bugs, plants finally growing in the yard, including the tomatoes finally doing something, also weed seeds that probably would never have survived are plentiful all around town. We are green. Now that's a city of a different color. And a very nice surprise. I'm sure there are those who got the brunt of the floods that would not have the same view of this event and for them I am sorry, but for us, we have experienced mostly good things.
I say mostly because we a have pee problem. No not the humans, the dogs. No not the dogs, the dog. Ellie Mae Scootles formerly of the Tohajale'/Route 66 Casino area of NM, a foundling dog who has forgotten just how lucky she is to not still be in a diesel repair shop where we got her, has taken to refusing to pee outside. Rather she sits on the back porch and just whines because she doesn't want to get her feet wet. She then comes inside, goes under Shelley's bed and pees there. What a charmer.
I remember telling all of you how I would have to shovel a path in the snow for our Priscilla, St. Bernard DIVA because she also didn't like to get her feet wet. But I don't know how to dry grass or dirt. I even encouraged her to do her business on the concrete under the shelter of the porch but Ellie acts like she has forgotten English and only speaks her Native American language from whence she came. Bless her pointed head.
So there you have it, the report from Casa de Cuckoo. Next time I'll tell you how the new school year is progressing for the boy grand, how GK is getting ready for High School (oh damn) and other stuff about our lives.
Be well my friends, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda