Last night it rained and it rained so hard that our roads washed out. I walked around and looked at things this morning and see that there is no way that I can get the car out of our spot in the village, until I do some filling of holes, deep holes. Then I remembered what my grandma would have said, “That there is a gully washer of a rainstorm!”
Except it missed the gully and washed the road away, all over the place. We have sand roads and this is what happens when the water floods the place. Just part of nature and the village life…
I have a lot of readers that would have no idea what a gully is; A gully is deep ditch or channel cut in the ground by freely running water, after a prolonged downpour of heavy rain…
The gully washer of a storm had its purposes though. I took a shower and Boza watched from the doorway of the village home and as the thunder and lightning crashed all around, I saw in his eyes a worry that maybe his owner is nuts and needs help…
He watched as I soaped up and scrubbed myself, just like if I was in Moscow and was taking a shower. It felt so good and the rain fell so hard and long that I was able to shower for over a half of an hour, then I decided that since the storm is getting worse, I best be getting inside. I am clean as a whistle…
The house did not leak one time through this storm and now I am satisfied that the roofs are all good on the village home…
It was hard to get up this morning, but up we got, even if an hour later than normal, then walked around looking at the damage done to the village and found interesting things washed up from deep in the sand at places. I dragged home several big rocks that were part of the original monastery as corner stones and all in all the village looks good. Very few people here right now and therefore, Boza and I can run freely everywhere…
Caught another picture of a hawk yesterday. This picture was taken with my old Olympus camera. I cleaned it up and decided to try it out…
It still works…
Have a nice day…
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