More flood photos.

I still can't believe this was not caused by a hurricane. This is horrendous. I feel so lucky that all I have to deal with is lack of running water. It'll be a long time before things get back to even remotely normal.

The flood photos.

Here are some pictures of the flood taken yesterday. I think my little corner of Pennsylvania was an island for a bit. People were telling me all the roads were closed, but I didn't check the county website to see for myself.

This just in.

Water! A lot of water! My little corner of Pennsylvania is flooded. It has been raining for days and now the rivers are overflowing and there is no running water. As Colridge once said: "Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink." Also there are army helicopters flying overhead.

The problem with living in a rural area is living in a rural area.

Lately, I have nothing at all to write about. This is a side effect of life in a rural area. The sun rises and sets. People go about their daily business. That's about it around here. It is even parts excitement and boredom. Sometimes it is more boredom than excitement. To quote Gershwin: "Summertime and the living is easy."

It was bound to happen.

A local mayor decided to make it illigal for anybody to hire, or rent to, illigal immigrants in his town. He proposed fines of $1,000 for each illigal immigrant. I am not sure whether to laugh or cry. But I am going to find my citizenship certificate and have it laminated. You never know when the State Security will knock on your door and ask to see your papers.

Evil Day.

Well, 6/06/06 is almost over and it was a rather unremarcable day here in rural PA. A bunch of local heavy metal bands held a one day festival called Lucifest somewhere in the wilderness. And the highly pointless remake of The Omen came out. I didn't think it was going to be much to write about, but why not write about it anyway. After all, a day with so much religious significance will not happen again in my life time.

Where am I going?

This morning, as I was driving in the company car (mine is still being fixed, or so the mechanic lies to me) down a local road I noticed something interesting. According to the route marker, I was heading North, but the big, red ball we all agreed to call the Sun was shining in my face. This would mean that I was actually heading East. How could the roadbuilders get so confused? I am sure that the roadbuilders in ancient Rome knew East from North and West from South. But it seems this knowledge did not survive the Dark Ages. And so I find myself in this age of GPS satellites and turn by turn navigation heading in the wrong direction.

The joy of living in a rural area can also be a pain.

Here we enjoy lower prices on gas, food, and lodging. However, everything here requires a car, especially one that works. And mine diceded to take a break. So once again I am longing for public transportation that large metropolitan areas depend on. Funny thing is that walking has become a thing of the past in this rural area. I went for a walk yesterday afternoon to get a cup of coffee from a local bagel shop and did not see many people on the streets. It seemed like a ghost town without the tumbleweeds rolling down the street. Now it is raining. I don't mind singing in the rain, but would rather not walk in it.