look! up in the sky . . .

What is that big yellow thing? Good grief! It's the sun, after four days of clouds and rain, el sol is back. What a welcome respite.

It started raining Saturday in the late afternoon and kept it up off and on all night. The sun was out ~ barely ~ on Sunday morning when we went into Tonala. It was cloudy when we went to El Tacote, but rained heavily Sunday night. It had cleared up a bit by the time we left and between there and here, just a few occasional sprinkles. It started raining here Monday evening and has kept it up for 3 days and nights, including a 2-hour sheeting downpour with strong winds between 1:15 AM and 3:30 Wednesday morning. I jumped out of bed and moved furniture, closed doors and louvers to keep the water out. Then Mr. C got up and did more of the same and laid down beach towels in front of the living room door. When he got up he found the kitchen flooded with about 1 1/2" of water. He swept and mopped and finally got it all out. A couple of hours of calm, then it started again. The skies were dark, the wind cold and clammy, and everything is damp and musty.There was standing water everywhere that had to be swept off the terrazas down into the gardens. We won't have to water for awhile. The turtle who lives in the garden was overjoyed at all the water; he was out wadering around and having a fine time. New crop of bugs soon.


This went all all day yesterday and through most of the night. It was overcast and grey again this morning. We were about to come down with a bad case of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder!). We went off to do errands in the gloom but about 10:30, the sun broke through bringing with it bright light, blue skies and warmth. The breeze is up but not at hurricane force. We've got our beach back. For how long I don't know. The forecast is for more rain, not only here but all over Mexico. So we'll enjoy it while we can.


I had no internet connection yesterday so couldn't put up a birthday remembrance for my beloved sister. She would have been 63 years old. Instead, she will be forever 62. I looked carefully at a photo that my niece had put up on her blog that was taken when she checked into the rehab clinic where she eventually died. Yes, there's a "smile" on her face, but as I examined it she seemed to be gritting her teeth, gathering strength for yet one more ordeal, one more hospital stay, one more struggle with pain. I miss her every day but I rejoice in her release. I hope she's kicking up her heels in celebration, wherever she is. I miss you, Vicky.