This is just a disconnected chain of events, but here is what has been happening to me.
On Friday, it seemed like the highlight of the day was going to be the Mexican food we had for lunch, but late in the afternoon, I started thinking about a scooter deal that I had turned down a few days ago. It was the scooter that I had been looking for, but it was way down in Southern Georgia, just 80 miles from the Florida line. So I said thanks, but no thanks. Then I started thinking about it and decided that I had have that scooter. So I called the guy and he suggested that I come on down on Saturday. That was 4:30 on Friday. Why not drive to the Atlanta area, stay overnight with my daughter and then transit Atlanta early Saturday morning? So that's what I did. Big A is no problem at 4:30 a.m. and I zipped right through. Found the scooter down on the coastal plain, bought it and headed home.

Backing up to Friday night, I left home in a downpour. Just above Chattanooga, the cold, wet, and windy began to change and by the time I was a few miles into Georgia, it was warm, dry, and pleasant with broken clouds and a full moon. On Saturday, on the way back, I found that the weather had not moved and before long I was seeing flooded streams and heavy rain. I got home OK. Rained all night. This morning, the basement flooded and the excess water ran down the two steps into my scooter shop. Not much damage because the water was only about a centimeter deep, or less, but it was a soggy mess in places.

So after cleaning up the water, I can just sit down and watch the Daytona 500. Guess again. They went into rain delay.

Now one reason I hurried back home from Georgia was because we needed to go . . . . . . . well, I hate to admit it but we had a been planning all along to leave Sunday evening to go to our daughter's house in. . . . Georgia. So when the rain started falling in Daytona Beach, I said heck with the race. They aren't ever going to get it started, let's go to Georgia. (or something to that effect). Believe it or not, I drove out of rain just about the same place I had on Friday. It was also where I ran into rain coming home Saturday evening. And I'm talking about rain that would choke a frog. There was a stationary rain line near Chattanooga.

On arrival in Georgia, I learned that, yes, they got the race going again and Michael Waltrip won. So I missed that one. Now here I sit in Georgia, my scooter that I haven't even gotten to know yet is in Tennessee and tomorrow, after a little birthday cake we are going to Tennessee, but not home. We are going to Willette's mother's house and that is 150 miles west of home. I hope her basement isn't flooded, but I'm not worried about that because she doesn't have one. I think, if the rain stops, we might see home by Tuesday or Wednesday. Unless, of course, something comes up. The creeks, maybe?
Howard