Noah was surely contemplating the ark last night. Solid rain, solidly coming down through to this morning. So much so, the creeks, rivers and lakes have risen to make the roads scary so school was cancelled today throughout Central New York. Any opportunity to reference Noah is my idea of heaven.
I participated in Benjamin Britton’s Noye’s Fludde in Middle School—and loved the music, and the whole medieval quality of this operetta. So, when things get soggy, I find myself humming the small snippet of Noah talking to his wife about getting their act together because he could feel the structure move. So beautiful and singable….and so Churgh of Englandy…with recorders and handbells, soaring voices and crazy simple props and scenes.
Erich was busy bailing water but Rob got off to sunnier climes at 5 a.m. So, we have boys playing drums and music…a bit of clatter. I hope to heaven no one calls to hear this crap of high hat and drums that is soooo marching band. A bit tedious.
I am doing surgery via the phone on the tower….which is not bad…but the paperwork is certainly not as good or descriptive as that of IKEA. Maybe today I can either have the computer work or wipe the whole magilla and get going. I am tired of the lack of productivity I am experiencing. I just want my big employee that plugs in—back. It’s looking like this machine could sign up for unemployment if it doesn’t start up any sooner. Please,no more wasted days.
I am tired and cranky. I feel like we have been going solid…and I would love a chance to have a break. No weekends for two weekends…