It’s only rained like two inches in the last two months. Things are getting kind of dry. So yesterday, after I had brought home a BLT from Zorbas across the street, I stopped to water a few things quick. It was about 6:00pm and I was HUNGRY because lunch is so early. But I thought if I didn’t water the plants then, I wouldn’t come back out after I ate. So I watered each thing for the count of sixty. (I always count when I water.) The last thing that needed watering was a shrub dogwood that grows against the house. It’s usually pretty tough, but it was looking sad. I decided that for this last thing, I would set the running hose at its roots, go inside to pour my drink, and come back outside to turn off the hose. So I set the hose at the roots of the plant, went inside to pour my drink, and sat down to eat my BLT. Then I watched some TV. Then I read the mail. Then I went merrily on with my evening. At 10:00pm, when it was time to go to bed, I was brushing my teeth and noticed that the water pressure in the bathroom sink was low. It took me a few minutes to figure it out. I ran outside and turned off the hose.
The plant I was watering looked great. But the basement didn’t look so great. Leaving the hose running against the side of your house for four hours is a pretty serious test of waterproofing. I don’t get water in the basement no matter how hard it’s rained. But there was water last night.
Stupid bad memory! Maybe I should start tying strings to my fingers or something.
Yep. Water always wins. Sorry, Grandpa!
So…the title was a bit misleading…I thought Ned was responsible for a litter of kitties! Whew!! That would have been info for the Weekly World News! Thankfully, it was just a reference to your bad memory. Or should we stop beating around the bush and just call it your missing memory?
I want to know what you poured yourself to drink? And, who’s Zorba? (I’m new to all this)
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