Well everyone was correct, at least about the heat. When December hit the rainy season was indeed over and it did get a bit hotter. However, the humidity dropped so although a bit uncomfortable at times not any more than when it was a little cooler with higher humidity. We have had two nights of rain in the past sixs weeks; a sharp contrast to our first few months here.
The other reason for the title comes from a little antecdote. Early in December there was a Christmas parade in town (X-mas is a month long celebration) in which we were invited to go to by our neighbor because their daughter, Maria Jose, was playing in her school's marching band. We waited and waited and finally she marched on by, but she wasn't playing. She said later that there were only two songs that her instrument was used. The neighbor grabbed me to follow along the band so we could see her when she actually played. We marched on down the street along with the band and passed Laurie and the kids who were waiting at the car because Leif was avoiding the friendly harrassment of one of his classmates. The neighbor and I followed along for five or six blocks before Maria actually got to play. At the end of the song, I walked back to meet up with the family at the car; passing by the place I left my mother who was still watching the parade that I joined. When she wasn't where I left her, I headed for the car only to find it wasn't there! They had left me high and dry. I looked around for them but they were nowhere in sight and I couldn't wait for them because where we were parked was on the parade route and although it was the type of parade you could join on foot,there would be no way of getting back there in car until the end of the parade. To make matters worse I realized I had the house key and they would be locked out until I got there. This bit of irony didn't take as strong a hold as I wanted it to because it was dominated by a more forceful feeling. The entire walk home all I could think of was that this was somwhow going to turn out to be my fault. As angry as I was that I got left like a stray mutt with ticks or someonel elses's dirty underwear, I just knew that this was going to land on me. I couldn't even think of any counter-arguments because there was absolutely nothing I could fathom which I did wrong. When I got home no one was there. I waited and waited and finally everyone returned; at once from the earliest glance I could tell I was right: it was going to be my fault. There is another side to this story for sure, one in which I am also the goat but without any of the "but how?" or "but why?" in terms of culpability. Much more black and white in the other version, one I am still not sure of how it goes only how it ends: me high and dry and the one to blame for it.
Feel free to weigh in, it couldn't put me in any worse shape argument-wise.
Puh-leeeeeez! -Laurie
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