Z is for Zamboni

Ah day 18, how you scorn me.

My little town is flooding. Downtown with it's corner store, post office, pub and gas station is sinking in 5 million gallons of water. Literally.

Our school has become the target for some little hoodlum graffitti kids. Zippo and tag, i assume, are their names. I have spent every day painting over new spray-paint. Nothing is drying because of the rain. Just sticky layer over sticky layer.

A river, that didn't exist two weeks ago, is flowing through our yard. The kids spent the better part of the day building dams. Experimenting on the best way to change the flow. Pretending to be busy beavers. Soaking themselves to their armpits, but playing happily together. All four of them.

We made boats out of fallen maple leaves with pine cone sailors guiding them from frontyard to back. Hot chocolate and homemade brownies for snacks before bed and now they are all slumbering quietly.

I am off to continue "thirty Days in a MiniVan" and then, perhaps, some time alone with my husband. What'shisname.