It is the rainy season here and we are learning just what that means. One minute the sky is a blue blue – not a cloud to be seen. Then suddenly tall blowsy clouds reach high into a grey sky. “Where do they come from?” Bill asks every time. And it’s true, they just appear.
Then the wind starts blowing and soon there is a torrent of rain as if someone in the sky has dumped a bucket over the whole city. It is so loud you can’t hear anything else, and often lightning and thunder rock the city too. And not rolling thunder but cracking, window-shaking thunder, the kind that makes you want to run for cover.
In about an hour it is all gone and the sky is blue again. A half hour later everything has dried up and we are back to dripping – this time sweat instead of raindrops. We are pretty much always dripping and soggy – it is 80 degrees and humid until that cool wind sweeps through. (We also drip Deet, since we slather it on like lotion. Mosquitoes and rain seem to be partners.)
The downpour happens daily, or at least every other day. The Ugandans predict the weather with absolute certainty. We like to ask them if it will rain or not just to see what they will say – they all have very definite opinions about it. One morning when it was hot I asked a Ugandan guy if the heat would bring rain. “It will rain,” he said very seriously, nodding his head. “It will rain this afternoon, or tonight, or tomorrow.”
And he was right – what a weatherman!
By the way, we still have no Internet at Salama Springs. The residents are up in arms about it and there are promises, but no action so far. So if you don’t hear from us via email, and if the blog is a bit slow in coming, that’s the reason.
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I like dripping with deet. Can't wait to try that myself.
Maybe I'll use some here at The Seatt.... oh wait, who READ THIS THING ANYWAY???!!!
Let's see:
Tentative settlement with the Guild after just seven meetings. Times must be harder than I'd dreamed.
Looming buyouts/layoffs/expressions of interest. No one has an idea, yet. We're all told to have plan Bs, whatever that means.
I'm too busy to have a plan B. My plan all along has been to move into your house on Queen Anne. You're welcome.
Massive space cuts coming. Stay tuned.
Zillow laid off 25 percent of its staff.
Linens and Things is cloing stores (oh my god).
Sharon Lane ran off - we have no idea where she is.
The Maine papers may be sold - again.
Lance Dickey called Sarah Palin's husband a nimrod in a column today.
Other than that, life is fairly normal in these United States.
God save the Queen - and you guys, too.
Hi you two ... So glad to hear you've landed, and so great to be experiencing, albeit vicariously, Africa again. Hope you get Internet soon -- and that you post some pictures.
And I love Terry T's comments. I am shocked, and extremely distressed, to hear that Linens and Crap is closing. Seriously? I haven't read that. And I am DYING to know who Sharon Lane is and if she's been located.
I think the only reason I am not jealous about not being out of the country is that I'd be bereft without Tina Fey, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Rachel Maddow, Keith Obermann and Chris Mathews. If it wasn't for those people, the back of my head would have blown off the first week of October. Twelve days to go and I can't eat, can't sleep -- I'm feeling all mavericky. But it might be worth it to hop on a plane because my job once again has me out on a ledge, and no Bill to talk me down.
I don't know what I'm bitching about, though. It's not like I work. I'm too busy all day reading and watching all the forwards I get from Huffington Post, Funny Or Die, and various other sources. In fact, I have to go watch SNL right now.
Love and miss you! Becky
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