MONSOONS AND HOOPS

I am so glad that my next door neighbor can’t hear me scream when I’m watching basketball games. My roommate, on the other hand, is worse than I am, but more often than not, she chooses not to watch the game for fear she might permanently damage her vocal cords or a vessel in her brain might explode. She can usually tell the status of the game by what or how loudly I am shouting. The game is over… I will probably calm down enough to go to sleep in a couple of hours.

Now, onto rain… we finally got some more in the form of the usual Houston monsoon. Though we get several inches per hour, it usually rains less than one hour and for that we are grateful, lest we get 38 inches in less than 24 hours and relive Tropical Storm Allison all over again…but I digress. At least I lived on the third floor and my car was parked on the second floor of the parking garage…

At least the satellite didn’t go out during the game. Priorities…