Poor Biff’s Almanac —  Thursday Evening

Poor Biff's Almanac Graphic (Colored) #1

 

I mentioned in yesterday’s post that it was raining as I wrote it.  Well, it kept on raining.  And raining.  It was a good, steady, soaking rain that went on for 5 or 6 hours.

When I awoke this morning and looked at my rain gauge, I saw that we had received four and a half inches of rain!  That is a lot of rain by nearly anyone’s standards (except possibly Noah, but he was not available for comment as this post went to press).

This morning on the way to work, I drove past the golf course I mentioned several weeks ago.  It was almost completely under water this time!  There were only a few tiny islands here and there.  On each little island it was standing-room-only for the various ducks, geese, and terns that were seeking dry land.  Between some of these tiny islands were whitewater rapids!  It was really something to see!  I wish I could have gotten a picture of it, but I was late for work.

Dullness and tedium wait for no man.

Well, I guess that’s not entirely true.  They actually lie in wait for us, ready to waylay us at any turn.  Or, should I say tern?

Anyway, the flooded golf course was today’s highlight.  Everything else paled in comparison.  But that is par for the course.  How sad is that?  (That joke, I mean.)

On the plus side, the sun came out today for a brief appearance, but was not giving out autographs or interviews.  The sun can be very standoffish sometimes.  It thinks just because it’s hot that it doesn’t have to mingle with us commoners.  What a jerk!

As you can tell, I don’t really have much for you tonight.  Come back tomorrow.  I’m may make Rice Crispy treats.

 

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  1. […] Yesterday especially I was gushing about how the entire golf course was submerged under many feet water.  Well, today on the way to work I drove by this same golf course and I was disappointed to note that all of the water was gone.  The only water present were the few small water hazards that are always there (except in the dead of summer, when they become sand traps.) […]

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