Noah!!

What started as a drizzle when I took the trash to the big road yesterday became a deluge shortly thereafter.  I so did not want to go outside.  I called Joel and offered to sell him the goats, to take possession immediately, but he wasn't buying.  There was nothing for it but to gear up and get out there.  The rain thundered down on the metal roof while I milked and both the inside and the outside goats cried the entire time, all very nerve wracking.  Whoever turned on the tap upstairs left it open full blast all day.  Joel and I compared notes later on and we couldn't remember a time in the past when it had rained this hard for so long.  At one time, it hit hard enough to interrupt the satellite.  Being on top of the hill, I don't usually think about flood insurance, but it was getting worrisome.  It finally slacked off about dusk and the goats and chickens were so glad to see me.  The front yard was literally covered with leaves and branches beaten out of the trees by the force of the rain. 

After a day such as that, I was in need of some comfort food, and found a hidden box of tapioca in the cupboard.  The smell of vanilla and the taste of the tapioca pearls were the perfect antidote for what ailed me.