It's wet, very wet. It has rained off and on since the day after I arrived. The 24th of May! As of this past Wednesday it has rained and rained and rained. I have no idea how many inches.......
Now I lived in Houston for thirty-four years and I do remember the first year we moved here in 1968 that we had 27 days straight of rain. Back then I had three children under 7 years old and it was an
"episode" to be house bound that long. Many similar events of rains and flooding to the point that I'm relieved to live in San Miguel where weather is much more predictable and not as nerve wracking.
Now, instead of getting upset over the rain, I just read, visit with my friend, watch TV and hope it stops soon so I can get out to shop for the things I need to purchase to take back to Mexico. It's a long list!
I did try last week, when I first arrived, to get out and get some things, but when the sky would get dark and start to rain, I would scurry back to my brother and sister-in-law's house. One knows in Houston not to get caught on the roads in a downpour, if at all possible.
Here are a few photos of the beautiful flowers that I got to enjoy daily while at their home.
So far, however., the best part of the whole trip has been being present at the graduation of my twin grandchildren and the family party afterwards. It was a wonderful day to say the least.
Hannah and Andrew crossed the stage proudly and we were all there to witness this auspicious occasion.
notice I'm the shortest of the bunch? How the heck did that happen?