That time of year

It's that time again...Last night we were woken up from a peaceful slumber to the deafeningly loud crash of thunder, right above our heads. At first thought I was certain there was an intruder who just fired a rifle beside my ear, but once I managed to remember where I was, and take a quick look around the room, I realized it was just a thunderstorm... or rather, a very lonely thunderclap, since there was only the one. The night before, Blake and I had fallen asleep to the strobe light effect of lightning. I know I've mentioned it before, but there is really nothing like a Caribbean thunderstorm. I have never seen lightning this intense, or heard thunder this loud. It was at the precise time when the huge raindrops started falling on our roof, creating a constant drumroll, that I remembered our car window. When the boys were here, we managed to get the backside window stuck in the down position, which really wouldn't be that big of a deal if the other side wasn't permanently stuck in the up position. Anyways, with such dry winters, we paid the back window no thoughts, until now. Rainy season is looming right around the corner. This past weekend we saw the first of the cloudy days, and with the last two nights being punctuated with little storms here and there, I know it won't be long until the tropical storms and flooding begin. In a frantic effort to save the already decrepit upholstery of our backseat, Blake duct taped a white kitchen garbage bag over the window. It did prevent most of the water from entering, but it gave us a distinctive "white trash" look on our drive to work this morning. We knew it was time to call in Alando (pronounced Orlando). We used to have our Jamaican connection Marvin, but something has happened to him, and he has quite literally disappeared without a trace, so we are on to our second guy. Alando happens to be a Jack of Many Trades, and is also happy to pick up your mail, run your errands and get your passport stamped at Immigration while he has your car at the mechanics, but it turns out he is not to good with a key. It wasn't long until Blake got a call that the key to the car was locked inside of the car, only after they had managed to stick the window in the "up" position. Despite many attempts to break and enter (and break our car handle he actually did), they were forced to drive all the way out to my school and interrupt me in the middle of an assembly that I was leading, to get the spare key. Luckily by the end of the day, the window was still stuck up. However, it turns out the brakes needed repair, and of course, the front door handle was broken. Sigh. We never learn our lesson when it comes to strange men and our cars.

Anyways, the point of this entry is that rainy season is back, which means more indoor days, less sun, massive land crab domination of South Sound Road, nightly nightmares induced by said land crabs, intense thunderstorms and a few minuscule reasons to make us look forward to..... moving home in August.

Pictured above: Cloudy days