More catastrophic flooding.

Beautiful day all day. Then a few big raindrops. Five minutes later it is coming down in sheets. Then suddenly the sixtly-mile-an-hour winds. Right as I wade out halfway up to my knees to close the windows the hail starts. I run out a second time after the hail stops (but it's still raining) to open up the laughably ineadequate flood drains the ^&*#$% Roto-Rooter guys always put caps on. Borrowed the neighbour's hacksaw to saw off the top of one they screwed on way too tight. Rained for under forty minutes but all the apartments are standing in about half a foot of water. There's water inside but not much. Heh. Like even just a little's good. It was blown in by the high winds. Felt just like being in a hurricane. All the musical instruments are off the floor and I was planning on running them and the cats out to the car.

WHEE!!! Now it's coming down in sheets again. It had just started to recede. Nothing more I can do I guess. The drains are all as open as they can be and heh we are screwed. The landlord came up but didn't get out of his car since getting to the apartments would have involved wading into the muddy water. I don't know why I feel like I might be catching a cold. We seriously need sandbags. Or hell, a five-foot concrete retaining wall around this whole complex of little buildings. Or hell. A STORM SEWER. (What a concept!) We sit on little duplex islands in lagoons on the bosque. It's so unbelievably charming and so terrifyingly threateningly WRONG all at once. I want to take a bath but it's kind of dumb to when the water outside comes up higher than the drain in the bathtub. Maybe I'll change into my bathrobe and play music for the floods of the apocalypse. The thunder will be my rhythm section. It keeps rhythm as well as I play the guitar.

Jam session today was GREAT. I'm GETTING it. The right hand just kinda strums stupidly but everyone's watching everyone else's left hand anyway so what the hell. People way the hell more experienced than me were looking at me not in the "what the hell is he playing now" way but in the way of people trying to figure out which chords to play when I was following someone else without a problem who they couldn't quite follow. Good thing I tried to learn the banjo first 'cause it gives me that edge in that I can follow chords on guitar from banjo players when they're leading the song. Need not to miss any more of those. Strange to say but I walk out just feeling cleansed of all the weirdness that built up the week before.