Hurry Up with That Gopher Wood, Will Ya?

It's raining again. The flood in my front yard, which was down to about 3 inches or so, is now working its way back up to mid-calf level. It's already beginning to spill over the top of my bottom front step. My roof is leaking in places it has never, ever leaked before, and there are rather alarming fluid-filled blisters forming on the ceiling. It must surely be mud, or rust from the roof, or something, but I'd swear some of them are oozing blood. I'm living in the Amityville Trailer!

Remember how, earlier this month, I said that I couldn't imagine anybody here in the Southwest turning their noses up at precipitation of any type this summer? I was wrong. Oh, so very wrong.

If you live in Socorro, be sure to look out your front window and wave to me when my house goes floating by.