Get Out the Waders!

It seems that it has been raining without stopping for weeks although there have been slight breaks. But when it's wet inside, that's not good!

We discovered a few days ago that our back room's carpet was wet (its happened before but we thought that had been solved with our new landscaping area drains) and, of course, that is the room where all Bryce and Ashley's belongings are stored. We've made a beginning effort to move out some of the wettest boxes and soak up the excess water by de-humidifier or shop-vac with limited success. Bryce is currently concentrated on his impending licensure exam tomorrow and playing moving man or storm water remover is not high on his priority. So likely on Wednesday, we will hit the salvage effort in force.

The only saving grace in this whole disaster is that it got Bryce and me talking about how we could convert the room into a men's poker/game room with linoleum tile (easy to soak up any water), a British dart board, an elevated TV for sporting events, and a bar! I didn't know he had such a design interest.

This weekend we hit two church services, going to PCC on Saturday night so Bryce and Ashley could experience our worship service and then Sunday to a PCA church in Newport which is held in a Jewish synagogue. The senior Hales joined us there and then we enjoyed pizza back at their home in Three Arch and wished Blake a safe trip back to college.

Ashley hosted a number of her friends from elementary and junior high on Sunday evening for wine and appetizers (Natalie, Nicole, Sara, Melissa, Lori). While the estrogen levels where high, Bryce and I headed to the Spectrum for beer and munchies with Jon Varela at Champs (the Yard House was closed because of a power failure), and then Bryce and I went to see Ocean's Twelve. In the open-aired Spectrum, I laughed out loud at the signs which abounded that declared "Caution - Wet Surface" as the rain poured down!

When we got back home, four of the young ladies were still there, and we listened as they reviewed the various crushes they had on their seventh grade male counterparts or how a few of the chubby, short ones actually turned out 'hot'. It was actually quite funny to hear how well-behaved, Christian kids in Orange County viewed the 'difficulties' in their lives.