It's been nearly 2 months since I've seen anyone in my family, but that's what life is like, living this far south, 15 miles from Mexico. So let me catch you up on a few highlights.
Two weeks ago it was monsoon season down here. Now, we don't get a few weeks of wet weather like Phoenix does, mostly because we're 200 miles further west. What we get instead is a few weeks of unwarranted humidity. It's so gross to be standing in a classroom at 7:30 in the morning and feeling your clothing sticking to you, when it's sunny outside without a cloud in the sky. Believe me, you don't want it. Of course we do get some rain: violent, scary, warning across your TV screen interrupting your watching of The O'Reilly Factor to stay inside rain. This only happened once this year, but it was spectacular. Hard, heavy, immediate puddle-creating rain, the kind that is creating flash floods in some washed-out delta in the middle of the desert, just down the street.
So on September 5 I was standing in my doorway, enjoying this weather, when the voice of Micheala, my niece, rang in my head. I knew that if I didn't step out in this weather, I'd regret it. So next thing I knew I was standing in this torrent (and that's no exaggeration), near instantly drenched. Lucky for me it was laundry day, and I'd been wearing my swim trunks already! :)
The storm lasted about an hour, which is HUGE for this town. In fact, yesterday as I was driving to the movie theatre, I noticed storm clouds in the east. I was reminded that the news last night warned we might see rain today, Sept. 25, and at that exact instant it started raining. I used my wipers twice, and the storm was over.
Welcome to Yuma.