It borders on heresy to complain about rain in West Texas, but that’s exactly what I intend to do. Well, it’s not so much the rain itself that gripes me, but rather the timing.
Yesterday, much of Midland experienced record-setting rainfall. The airport recorded just over 2″ and street flooding was a serious problem. I even succumbed to it, managing to drown the Durango in an ill-advised attempt to cross the River Wadley in front of HEB. Fortunately, I was able to coast onto a side street and let the engine dry out enough to limp home, the automotive equivalent of a wet possum. (I did appreciate the two young Mormon missionaries who stopped and offered to help, despite their obvious lack of mechanical savvy.) But, those conditions did not extend to Casa de Fire Ant, where our backyard rain gauge – a mere two miles from the aforementioned flooded streets – recorded a paltry .1″ for the entire day.
OK, fine. I need to mow the yard today anyway, and it would be too wet if we had gotten that much rain yesterday. I always look for the silver lining in the non-existent thundercloud. So what do we wake up to this morning? Rain, falling steadily, and in sufficient quantity to thwart my lawn care plans. And, of course, the forecast is for more precip over the next few days (depending on what course Hurricane Alex takes), meaning that by the time I can next fire up the lawnmower, what I’ll really need is a hay baler.
But, so you won’t think I’m a complete wet blanket, a total stick-in-the-mud, an overbearing glass-is-half-empty guy, an insufferable generator of tired water-related cliches, I do appreciate the opportunity to turn off the sprinkler system for a few days, along with the lifting of the county’s burn ban. Not that I have anything I wish to incinerate, but it’s nice to know that I once again have that option.