I always thought that was spelled "sammidge".

Weird times in the Surreal Corral. Last night the rains came down in sheets, something our sunny little village is not used to even though it happens once a year. This morning it was still raining.   I was safely ensconced in the local library's meeting room running a training session on knot-tying for the edification of thelocal Civilian Emergency Response team members. Meanwhile, at the company, the lower floor where the manufacturing area sits was being flooded by the waters breaking through a collapsed six-inch drain pipe about four feet below the floor. The pressure of the combined waters was so great that when blocked by the bad drain pipe they backed up clear into the building. Several inches started building up on th emanufacturing floor in minutes, with no sign of stopping. A dozen people were bringing in huge pumps, manning buckets, and scrambling all through the night to move the water away, open up the floor, empty the pit, etc., etc. WHen I came in at 5:45 this morning it was down to wet-vacuums and brooms, and a long-term plan to open the floor and completely removbe and replace thirty feet of drain pipe. Exhausted sleep deprived volunteers were wandering around cleaning up and looking dazedly heroic as folks do whohave fought the storm through the night.

For me it was a normal morning, but a whale of a lot of action had gone on while I was out!


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