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Try to stay dry, y’all

The little black ants are back in my house. Some folks call them sugar ants. There are various terms for them that include profanity. Older people call them ‘˜pissants’ which seems to sum them up pretty well. The ants have been a summer mainstay for the past several years. I always surmised they came into the house to find water during times of drought. Now, I suppose they are coming inside to dry out. After battling with a soaked vegetable garden and trying to keep grass and pastures cut, I am starting to miss drought and I never thought I would say that. We have had plenty of rain. It is as wet now as it was in the aftermath of the Great Flood of 1994. The National Weather Service in Peachtree City keeps historic rainfall data for Athens, Atlanta, Columbus and Macon. I chose the Macon data for this comparison in that our weather seems to follow a similar trend as Macon’s from my observation. Macon recorded 12.25 inches of rain in June -the highest on record for the month on the data table which starts in 1996. It recorded 12.87 inches in February which was also the highest on the table. I don’t remember 2009 being sowet but Macon recorded a total of 61.54 inches of rain that year the highest on the chart. The total for 2011 was 33.14 inches while the total for 2012 was 32.41 inches – the two lowest numbers during the data period. With the year only half gone, the total for 2013 as of the end of June was already 40.94 inches so we may be on our way to the wettest year in a generation. Our soaking wet June came, historically, in the driest of the summermonths. July and August have seen more rainfall on average over the past 18 years. So, there is more rain on the way. More vacations and events will getrained upon but we will persevere. We always do. I am reminded of the story of the Georgia golf enthusiast who saved up his money, took two weeks off and traveled to Scotland to play what are considered the world’s best golf courses. He arranged his tee times well in advance and stayed in a quaint inn centrally located amid the courses he wanted to play. It rained every day. He played in the rain but his scores were abysmal and he couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the courses because the area was always encased in thick fog. He was miserable. Every afternoon he ensconced himself at the village pub to drown his disgust with a pint or three. Daily he watched as the pub owner’s son walked home from school shrouded in rain gear and wearing his little rainboots.On the last day of his stay the miserable Georgian asked the young boy, ‘Does the weather aroundhere ever change?’The boy thought for a minute and said, ‘It hasn’t yet but I’m onlysix.’ Try to stay dry, y’all. Walter Geiger is editor and publisher of the Herald Gazette.

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