Ray's Rainfall Update

Many do not appreciate the importance of good precipitation. The Wickerman shall get all of those non-appreciators for their lack of appreciation and cavalier attitude, fer sure.

All righty then. We have a new sum, to sum. A thunderstorm came through these parts early this morning of Day 147, DY 1, dumping 0.75" in the gauge. So, 20.30" + 0.75" = 21.05". Ha! Suck on that, water vendors.

Now here's my bosom companion, Crumby. What have ye got for the venue at this nonce, Crumby?

Oh, nothing much Ray. I just wanted to note that the Goddess is mighty pleased when She gets a liar and glutton sent Her way. Particularly, a nice plumb, bejeweled, liar and glutton. Yep, the Goddess is having some fun now.

On another topic though Ray, I would like to mention the Elephant Graveyard made famous in that Tarzan movie. Remember Ray, how all those Elephants searched and searched for the Elephant Graveyard, until overcome by weariness they were at long last barely able to reach the Elephant Graveyard. Upon reaching the Elephant Graveyard, those old elephants could at last, lay down their burdens, plus themselves and join up with the Goddess's Great Elephant Herd, maybe. Only Tarzan kept the evil doers from despoiling those poor Elephants' final resting place.

I surmise Ray, that much of our migration problem in these parts is aggravated by migrants searching for the Baby Boomer Graveyard. Yep. The Baby Boomers are searching for a place to die. Right now, according to what passes for a daily newspaper in these parts, the secret location of the Baby Boomer Graveyard may be the Northeast shore of Lake Buchanan.

Mercy! That explains a lot Crumby.

It's just a hypothesis, Ray.

All righty then.

All righty then.