So Anyway...

So anyway, took the dog for a walk after sunup today to see the goodies and damage Eta left behind.
The weather had cleared so we headed out for our daily adventure.
Not bad at all, some small branches down, but more rain than anything.

My gazebo is now waterfront.
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A running stream bisects our yard...
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Standing water everywhere

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Looking down our road, I could see that the creek, which is usually just a trickle, had overflowed into the cow pasture and was draining across the road. Doesn't look like much...
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That's Charlotte, the dog.

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But the closer you get.

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The worse it looks. Right about a foot deep over the road, at the lowest spot.DSC08461.JPG
Charlotte sportin' her Thunder Shirt.
Such a great dog, but terrified of storms.

All in all, my guestimate was about 12 to 15 inches in about 24 hours.

Hope brothers Adrian and Cabana Boy fared as well.
 
Sarasota? -----
Picture this: Sicily, 1933....
Wait, wrong bit...

"it was 1989
my thoughts were small my hair was long
caught somewhere between a boy and a man
she was seventeen and she was far from in between"

Well, it was '86 and I was 22, she was, hell I dont even know, around the same age.

I met her in Sarasota around that Siesta Key beach area.
Actually met her at the dog track.
She said she recognized me from the plane ride down, as I did her.

Head turner gorgeous slim blonde - I watch the eyes follow her as she leaves my side and then returns at a bar / club / restaurant.
Boys, I was punching WAY above my weight class.

Turns out she was a NYC dancer, not ballet, and I suspected an escort or somewhat involved in the sex worker trade.
I didnt press her on the issue; I preferred to squeeze her instead.
She was just too good at it; I could tell some things seemed a little scripted.
But I'd bet she could suck a golf ball through 25' of garden hose.

I always gloved it but man, I really wanted to bare back that wild filly.

She was vacationing with 2 other dancer friends.
I think they were all probably bat-sh*t crazy, but brother, beg your pardon, I was getting mine.

Anyway, lots of fun for 10 or so days when I was young, dumb, and fulla c*m.
I think all I have left is the dumb.
And the memories.
 
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jtcnj said:
Sarasota? -----
Picture this: Sicily, 1933....
Wait, wrong bit...

"it was 1989
my thoughts were small my hair was long
caught somewhere between a boy and a man
she was seventeen and she was far from in between"

Well, it was '86 and I was 22, she was, hell I dont even know, around the same age.

I met her in Sarasota around that Siesta Key beach area.
Actually met her at the dog track.
She said she recognized me from the plane ride down, as I did her.

Head turner gorgeous slim blonde - I watch the eyes follow her as she leaves my side and then returns at a bar / club / restaurant.
Boys, I was punching WAY above my weight class.

Turns out she was a NYC dancer, not ballet, and I suspected an escort or somewhat involved in the sex worker trade.
I didnt press her on the issue; I preferred to squeeze her instead.
She was just too good at it; I could tell some things seemed a little scripted.
But I'd bet she could suck a golf ball through 25' of garden hose.

I always gloved it but man, I really wanted to bare back that wild filly.

She was vacationing with 2 other dancer friends.
I think they were all probably bat-sh*t crazy, but brother, beg your pardon, I was getting mine.

Anyway, lots of fun for 10 or so days when I was young, dumb, and fulla c*m.
I think all I have left is the dumb.
And the memories.
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Great story of testosterone fueled lust!:bow:
Oh my, just imagine all 3...
The joys of our misspent but wonderful youth. :cheers:
 
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