When you first move to a new town you expect things to be different. But when you have to say "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto" things may have gone a little too far.
I told you in my last post that we had three inches of rain in 10 minutes. It gets better.
We were out exploring Wheatley and there's a big fish fry next weekend in commemoration of the unveiling of the sign that 
officially declares Wheatley as the Fresh Water Fish Capital of The World. Cool.
We got a photo of us by the Port Authority building. It was HUGE, well, Big… ok, modest. Ummm… modest is a little too much. Perhaps 'tiny' would be a good description. Not much of a show for the Fresh Water Fish Capital of The World.
While we were hanging out we saw some pretty ominous clouds rolling in. We stopped to watch like good little lemmings and then when we saw a Flock of Seagulls (not the band, an actual Flock) go flying off in formation we figured they were all hit by the rain and we jumped into our car and headed toward home…
That was, until a little lady (she couldn't have been 5 feet tall) came running over to the car saying there were two tornados on the way and she wanted help flipping her tables over. Holy-not-in-Kansas Batman!
We flipped her tables over and then RACED home in the pouring rain. Got home and closed the windows in time for the first storm to be pretty much over. No tornado. Whew.
We mopped up the puddles and check the Weather Network to see what was up WHOA. What is THAT? (I took a picture of the screen so you could see it too!)
After the rain stopped we shared a bottle of wine (not a glass, a bottle) and some cheese and called it a night.
The very next day we went into town to get enough supplies to fix the eaves troughs. We checked with the locals to make sure this was Abnormal weather and they all confirmed that it gets hot here, but not that rainy. Whew.
I guess fixing eaves troughs is not a bad First Project at a B&B that is Bound to Please.
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