Us desert folk are never really equipped to handle precipitation, which is why any time there's even a hint of weather we get this:
Now this all happened nearly two months ago, before the genuinely tragic damage hit the Antelope Valley this week.
These "flash floods" were more like a premature ejaculation compared to now. I've been keeping my yard clean and plain dirt, so unless you take a good look, you wouldn't even know half my side yard washed through the front.
And if you didn't know how minor the whole half inch of water was, you'd think Hurricane Katrina had hit with Delmira's reaction! She hates, hates, hates thunderstorms.
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You can only imagine the degree of terror when the most recent one hit, with our poor Quartz Hill caught in a mudslide. Luckily for us, our area only saw some deep pooling with no flooding yet.
Again, Delmira doesn't care how bad it isn't, and spent this week pretty much planted in or under my bed.
To my benefit, I've had a new, actually functional slider put into my room, so letting her in has gotten a lot simpler.
The guys that came to install must have had Jesus or God or someone on their side, as the storms managed to clear for the few hours they needed to be there.
This is only the prelude to what I expect to be an epic winter, and if this is any indication, it's gonna yield quite a myriad of great stories.
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