Some years ago Houston began letting people adopt their nearby storm drains, so we hilariously gave two to Ellen and Meg for Christmas. Imagine my surprise when I received an email about the incoming storm and the fact it's now our responsibility to clean the aforementioned conduits! Turns out a drain is for life, not just for Christmas, so Pete and I ventured into the scorching sun and smothering humidity to keep our neighbourhood safe from flooding.
We found our drains to be clean as a whistle - naturally - so rolled our wheelie bin down to some others, clearing rotting leaves and generally sprucing things up until, having been thanked by various passers-by, we retreated from our own dripping sweat for some well earned iced drinks.
The storm indeed arrived a few hours later, though was distinctly not worse than normal and did little to challenge our drains, especially in their shiny new expurgated state. I guess we'll see if the rest of the season delivers the foretold cataclysm; our governor has decided he's bored with Coronavirus and everyone should get out again regardless of, oh I don't know, science and death, so perhaps the universe is considering sending him a message.
Sentenced to community service.
Retrieving an annoying Pabst Blue Ribbon can (not mine).
The rain came down...
...but the floods didn't come up because we'd cleared the drains!
On days like this, there's only one thing to do.
