|Along the road to home, July 23, 2011|
We enjoyed a lovely, sunny, summer day yesterday. As is normal, dark clouds gathered at evening, promising a little rain.
|Storm clouds over mountains|
What a surprise. About 6:30 p.m. the rain began. It quickly grew into a wind driven storm. Water forced its way under our living room window onto the tiled floor. That was nothing new. But soon, the wind went crazy, blasting water into our covered porch, then under the double front doors and into the hallway. That was joined by water driven into the garage (we almost always leave the garage door open).
(By the way, it might have been a strong storm, but not one third of the ferocity of the one we experienced last year in Tonalá.)
Then came the hail. We had had hail before, but never as plentiful as this. Our yards looked like una Blanca Navidad.
|July in Michoacán|
|Peach trees on a summers' evening|
|Back yard scene|
The usual procedure in these deluges is to deploy a number of old but thick bath towels along the floor to soak up the excess. This time it was also necessary to bring in the wringer mop bucket and extra heavy duty mop (we have three mops, each one for a special task) and mop the floors. That was fine, as these areas were in need of a mopping.
Then I got down the table fan from its storage shelf and strategically placed it where it could help further dry the hallway floor. I left it on for 4 hours. There are still patches of damp.
Meanwhile, the soggy drenched soaker towels went outside until such time as they could be laundered and dried.
Toward the end, I made hot chocolate as a reward for our labors before snugging down under two blankets and quilt.
I love the Michoacán weather. Tomorrow it could might look like this:
|Morning in the mountains|