It finally quit raining hard about an hour ago and now we have a soft rain falling, ie one you can actually drive in. By my oft emptied rain gauge we have gotten 8.5 inches since yesterday. I'm interested in hearing what the weather person has to say on the news at 5. I can see the garden again but I also see that I need to move some dirt around later on, there's a whopping pond on one side of the garden that isn't draining too well. May have to drive the trusty drive point into the hard pan under there a few times and rake the garden soil around and up to fill the hole. Just in case I forget I took a couple of digital pictures of the mess. To keep my mind off the wet I am cooking a large mess of spaghetti sauce, or as my eldest granddaughter called it when she was about 4 yo, bisgetti sauce. Ground sirloin, browned in the presence of finely chopped onion and minced garlic, sweet chiles, red, green, and yellow chopped coarse, a bit of freshly ground black pepper, a palm full of oregano from my herb garden, dried a month ago, and crushed by the warmth of the hand, mushrooms, freshly sliced and lightly sauteed in unsalted butter. Added to this was about a dozen frozen tomatoes, thawed, peeled, cored, and whizzed in the blender for a time long enough to leave some small chunks. A few fresh leaf celery leaves and a bit of chopped fresh parsley. All of this will slowly simmer at the lowest stove top heat until Miz Anne returns from her job and is ready for a bite to eat. Boil up a batch of thin whole wheat spaghetti, drain it well, toss it with a teaspoon of virgin olive oil and top with the meat sauce. Go alongs will include a tossed salad with fresh tomato, lettuce, onion, green olives, Kalamari olives, feta cheese, and a nice dressing. In addition the loaf of Italian bread I am baking will be done at about the right time. In the meantime the smell wafting from the kitchen is driving Sleepy Dawg and I both crazy. Good news to top that - all this sore throat stuff has caused me to lose 22 lbs, down to 212 lbs now and shooting to get below 200 for the first time in 20 years. Even my waist has gotten smaller, while I don't recommend coughing as a waist reduction exercise it does work, two waist sizes down on my trousers now. It pays to keep at least three waist size trousers around here. <VBG> Life is good, even when it rains forever. George