"What will become of me..."

"What will become of me..."
2/23/1999 alternate lyrics DMB

i'm spilling out
i'm...
i'm melting out
i'm out.
ask me again, my friend...
what will become of me when i'm all poured out?

i'm spilling down
i'm emptied out
i'm asking you again, my friend...
what will become of us
what will become of us when we're all poured out?

come and relax now...
leave your trouble down
no need to bear the weight of your worries,
here let them all fall away...


Once again, My philosophy by song lyric...

The Ohio River is almost at flood stage and it is raining still. Of course, raining here is not always the problem, but cumulative raining in the water shed. The creek that runs between the cemetary and the road I drive was churning this morning. It could have swept away a grown person.

We found out that the community college next door dosen't get water in their elevator shaft until 44' and the river is now at about 38', so there is a ways to go to get to our building. But we will have to keep our eyes on it. There are several hours of work and moving things to the second floor that would have to be done.

I am bringing back my camera after the weekend. I want to illustrate my blog with current images. Like the flood out our window.

Beware the Ides of March.

This is a picture by Ed.