Dear God Make It stop!
Shakespeare tells us that “we are to the gods as flies to wanton boys. They kill us for their sport.” This may have been the case for the capricious deities of the the Greeco Roman mythology, however, the Lord Almighty, King of Kings, This That and the Other Thing, of our current Western theological happenstance prefers to merely torment us with the elements. In my current case it is rain.
…sometimes I prefer the old gods just hurling a thunder bolt and getting it all over with in one big bang…
Don’t get me wrong now, I’ve got nothing against rain per se. I’m an old farm boy and rain is generally a good thing. Like all good things it is chiefly good in moderation. When taken to excess, rain is not good for anything.
I’ve just spent the last few days cleaning up from a particularly nasty precipitational marathon, otherwise known as an “Act of God.” A torrent of rain fell on my house. It fell for hours. It fell in buckets. Being the flowing liquid element that it is, the rain, now become ground water, sought out the lowest point possible on it’s rush to the sea… namely my basement.
Now as acts of deities go, this was a pretty straight forward affair, or so it appeared. Basic, normally harmless element water, added to basement full of stuff, equals destruction of said stuff, with a mustly after smell of soaked carpets. The real sublte genius of the divine, was the creation of Insurance Companies that then use the “Act of God” excuse to excuse themselves from any form of compensation… so sorry, bye bye now.
So there you have it. God and the Insurance Companies - one, Me and mine - zero (“naught” for you British types).
You’d would think a self confident deitiy would stop there… but no! The rain is still coming, and it doesn’t matter how loud I yell Uncle! Sometimes I prefer the old gods just hurling a thunder bolt and getting it all over with in one big bang.
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That sounds the worst! Horrible, and to have your insurance give you the finger?
We’re getting the tail end of Hurrican Gordon here, ready to get battered with 75mph winds.
All the way over here. Joy.
Hope it all goes well for you, Ric.
Feel free to send some of that rain our way. The southern desert is a little parched this time of year. Even my cactus are wilting.
Ugh. Flooded home. Insurance companies. Yep, been there, done that, although without the basement.
When I was growing up, the ground water began to come up in the valley where we lived, eventually taking all the buildings in its watery grasp. In fact, we lived for a time with water standing in our family room, walking 1/4 mile in knee boots to reach the cars, because we had no other option.
Would the insurance cover it? No….we weren’t in a “flood plain.”
I do believe my father offered at least one insurance agent to come stand on his head (or perhaps something less printable) in the middle of that “not a flood plain.”
Bean - please take the rain… it’s still doing it here
Basement cleanup progresses slowly.
Pep & Jessica - Insurance companies are like cigars… the money you invest in them just goes up in smoke.