Even the choice of sources for following hurricanes illustrates a basic personality difference between your primary blogger and her husband. Whereas we both start with NOAA (National Organic Atmospheric Administration, or something like that), we end up on different screens with different degrees of doom and gloom. Mine says something like "Hey, there's time for another margarita, this one isn't going to amount to much anyway". Jeanne finds Chicken Little: "Holy tomoley, Ricky, this is the second biggest chunky-wunky lollapalooza schmoozer of a big-baddy granddaddy Pacific-specific hurricane of all time. Man the lifeboats!!"
Well it seems as if Ricky is now a fizzle, no sizzle in his pizzle, a wandering bark with no bight, and they sent home all the buses they had lined up yesterday on the boulevard below us and all the way into town. On the other hand, it has been raining heavily, and it seems as if the underground storm/sewer system can't cope, so the water is bubbling up and there are lakes in the middle of the streets. We took in some of the deck furniture but not all of it, apparently just for the exercise, and we look out to see how green is our valley; but it seems there is a real danger of a cry wolf situation: we won't go through all the razzmatazz next time and there'll be a real storm and where will be then?
Probably back in the US, since it seems we have reached a point where we have satisfied the urge to teach abroad and now have to figure out how to become snowbirds, since this has really spoiled us for MN winters. And Jeanne has once more threatened to quit if they don't deliver on their promises. We've learned that Mexicans are big on promises: it's easier than saying no.
Ni modo. Mexico: yah godda luvit!
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