Wet blankets

The rain started Friday night, so we holed up and ate from the pantry.

It was still coming Saturday morning -- bad news if you wanted to set fence sections in place. So Arnold and Mr. B worked on baseboards and door trim in the den and master bedroom.

More drizzle Saturday afternoon, so we did laundry and the dryer promptly stopped working. Think bungee cords as laundry lines, and then think how well clothes dry in rainstorms. Thus the necessity of naps.

Still more rain Saturday night.

We dropped our plans to go to the old city harbor for the lighted boat parade ("Deck the Hulls," "The Bight before Christmas" and other festive nicknames -- here's a Rob O'Neal picture from last year's fun). Carryout from Fausto's and DVD's? How festive.

About 5 this morning, it was down to a trickle, and the laundry was merely . . . damp. We learned that they'd canceled Saturday's parade and rescheduled it for tonight -- but we have reservations to burn off those tickets from La Te Da. Alas. Avast.