I am so sick of this weather, I could scream!!!! In the 36 years I've lived here, I've never seen it like this. It IS like that movie, The Day After Tomorrow...the alert siren on my weather radio went off every 30 minutes on Monday....

Because of the rain, I wound up in an amusing situation, yesterday. When there was finally a break in the rain for more than an hour, I went out to my patio/garden area to clean up the ton of wet dog poop that had accumulated for the last 5 days when I couldn't get out to clean it b/c it never stopped raining.

Well!! I was so annoyed about the whole situation that as I exited the sliding glass door, I shut it a bit harder than usual. I guess the latch was half cocked, b/c the darn door locked on me, leaving me stranded on the patio.......IN MY JAMMIES, LOL!!!

Actually, jammies is a misnomer. All I had on was a big, oversized t-shirt---I'd been home telecommuting all day and never bothered to dress. I yelled for the neighbor, but naturally, she wasn't home. Naturally, my other patio door was also locked.

I had to climb over a huge polyvinyl fence--no, vault over would be a better word--too wobbly to support weight. I climbed onto the roof of the dog house and vaulted over. Somehow cut myself doing that, and then had to wallk out into the public area of this upscale townhome complex with all of the neighbors just coming home from work----and there I was, blood streaming down my leg, and just a long-ish t-shirt on.

Keep in mind, I'm a relatively new neighbor and still haven't met everyone, yet. The neighbor who has my spare key was not home, naturally. Some other kind neighbors took me in and called a locksmith for me. It was funny watching them try to talk to me like I was dressed in a business suit from Nordstrom instead of an old t-shirt with nothing else on, LOL....very gracious and classy people.

Oh, and did I mention that on the other side of the fence where I had to land from my 6 foot vault was a nearly foot deep mud puddle, so my feet and ankles were covered in mud??????

See, if it hadn't been so rainy, the dog poop wouldn't have accumulated like that, I wouldn't have been so grumpy and the door wouldn't have locked behind me. The locksmith (who remembered me from having repaired my locks when I first moved in) seemed to derive a great deal of entertainment out of the situation....I think he was still laughing as he drove off.....

Well THAT's my bad-weather story!!!! The neighbors who helped me, introduced me to another neighbor---a much older woman who peered at me through her glasses in a most curious way. I stammered, "Well, it's nice to meet you. I really AM a normal person...." She looked skeptical, though.... That's all for now. Liz.