I think there's moss growing on me
Mar. 8th, 2009 09:38 pmIt has been raining continuously since Friday evening. Not torrential rains, but continuous ones. Everything is drowning and soggy. The mud outside is so deep and thick that it tries to suck calf-length rubber boots right off my feet, with sounds worthy of a B grade monster movie. The sump pump under my study here has been going off every 35 seconds for several hours. Only the ducks are happy with this. Well, and the neighbors' chickens but that's only because they're too stupid to know better. She's letting them run loose again, so I expect the fox to show up any day now.
I feel as if I'm trapped in that old Ray Bradbury story, "Death by Rain," about the explorers or scientists on the planet Venus, where it never stops raining, looking for that shelter called "the sun dome" where they can get dry and warm...
Took Gary's mom to hear him sing in a local composer's premier of "Americana" this afternoon. It's a cycle of 19th century American hymn tunes, some arranged in jazzy fashion and some done more or less normally. Musically it was quite interesting, and he also included two interludes with instrumentals performed by Gary and his friends who make up the Kishwaukee Ramblers. They did Shaker tunes and other folk tunes of the post-Civil war era.
I knew all the tunes, every one of them. Interestingly, I found I was pretty much repelled by the lyrics, which were all typical 19th century church stuff. Long ago in a galaxy far far away, when I actually used to go to church, it was probably more for the music than anything else. But when I say music, I mean literally the music, not the words.
And that's the weekend. Sigh.
I feel as if I'm trapped in that old Ray Bradbury story, "Death by Rain," about the explorers or scientists on the planet Venus, where it never stops raining, looking for that shelter called "the sun dome" where they can get dry and warm...
Took Gary's mom to hear him sing in a local composer's premier of "Americana" this afternoon. It's a cycle of 19th century American hymn tunes, some arranged in jazzy fashion and some done more or less normally. Musically it was quite interesting, and he also included two interludes with instrumentals performed by Gary and his friends who make up the Kishwaukee Ramblers. They did Shaker tunes and other folk tunes of the post-Civil war era.
I knew all the tunes, every one of them. Interestingly, I found I was pretty much repelled by the lyrics, which were all typical 19th century church stuff. Long ago in a galaxy far far away, when I actually used to go to church, it was probably more for the music than anything else. But when I say music, I mean literally the music, not the words.
And that's the weekend. Sigh.
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Date: 2009-03-09 10:29 am (UTC)At least it's not snowing anymore though, eh?
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Date: 2009-03-09 10:39 am (UTC)The soil here is not quite clay, but you're on the right track. They call it "silty clay" because it is made up of particles that settle out of water. Very fine, slippery stuff when wet. At the surface, it's not as dense as clay, though. It's more like quicksand when really loaded with water as it is right now. Fortunately, the ground is still frozen six or eight inches below the surface and won't thaw out for a couple of weeks yet. Somewhere deep beneath this accretion of river and pond slime there is gravel deposited by the glaciers of the last ice age. That's a layer anywhere from 50 to 200 feet deep, with the finer gravel on top and coarser stuff under it. Like a sponge, it is constantly saturated with water. I think that ground water flow in here from more or less a northerly direction, where the elevations are higher, rather than seeping down from the surface much.
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Date: 2009-03-09 11:48 am (UTC)Fortunately, the local geography is hilly enough to prevent any real flooding from happening. For us at least. There's no way I'd want a house on the other end of the subdivision near the river.
*offers to dry off the soggy horse*
Best of luck getting dried out! ;)
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Date: 2009-03-14 08:42 pm (UTC)I like music for music, too. Not the lyrics. But sometimes lyrics ruin a perfectly good song. :\
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Date: 2009-03-15 10:22 am (UTC)Pony with soggy paffers :D Is it still cold enough to use a fire? Great for taking moisture out of the air.
I kind of like the ol 30's 40's soul church type songs done to a modern backing :)