The Waiting Game

The due date is either Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on how you look at it, and it seems highly unlikely that the baby will come either on that date or before it.

I'm not working right now, Laura's mother will be coming to town next week and if the baby doesn't oblige us with it's presense I anticipate a Beckett like scenario of the three of us waiting around for the fourth to come.

On the plus side, Laura and I opted to get a smaller house in a more central area rather than a larger one in say....a flood plaine, so we are high and dry. I've considered volunteering and sandbagging around these towns but the idea of being three hours away from Laura is completely untenable.

I picked up this picture of the flood of '08 which I feel underlines what I feel are the two greatest features of my fellow Missourians: unrelenting fealty to our loved ones in the face of tragedy and our unflinching support of Anheuser Busch products. God Bless

Old Man Ribber

I went on a bike ride yesterday morning to the river to see the carnage firsthand. It has been an amazingly wet spring and summer, I have been immune from the great flood of '08. Here's some pics of downtown:

As you can see, the bridge is about 8 feet away from having the water whack it on the sides.

Yup, those are streetsigns

And of course, the obligatory shot of the staircase to nowhere: