H2Oh!

Long-time friends are aware that one of my most compelling reasons for moving out of the current residence is the frequency with which I have suffered from flooding. In fact, although this past winter was the first I've come through without a serious water incursion, my escape was not due to any improvement in the plumbing or drainage, but to the purchase of a portable sump pump and the ingenuity of _storyteller_ in rigging it.

I have been so happy at the prospect of no longer living below ground, no longer needing to fear the heavy winter rains.

Except that when I drove past the new unit earlier this week, I noticed for the first time the large water tower a few hundred yards away. Later I realized that because I am also right next to the swimming pool, I am going to be living directly between two major containers of water.

Go ahead, laugh.

(I almost wrote "At least it's tame water" -- but I know better. Water is never tame.)