Too wet to plow. . .

Very often, when Bob was arranging his commitments, he would say, "The Good Lord willing, and the creeks don't rise." -- The creeks are rising. 

And sometimes, instead of saying something like, "Sure, there's nothing better to do," he preferred, "May as well; can't dance and it's too wet to plow."  -- It's too wet to plow.

What tender memories this weather evokes as it bubbles and oozes its way across the basement floor and down the drain.