A is for Arlene. That's all. Well it's official. We welcome (with fists shaking) the first troipcal storm of the season: Arlene. As it is right now, she is slowly moving over the island outside the house. So far only a few leaky doorways around the back of the house and...oh yeah, they're in the process of putting the roof on still so it started leaking in from everywhere upstairs. A good chunk of the ceiling in my grandparents bedroom fell in last night, and their bed was pretty much drowned. This slow construction is really taking their toll on them, as it is with most people on the island, but here at the house it seems when one thing gets done another two things get screwed up. Just trust me; it's not always hammocks, cold drinks, and paperback novels when you live down here. My family doesn't even keep alcohol at the house; though they may start soon. The Canadians workers are all going home, shoulders shrugged and wallets full. Don't stop the carnival, eh?

Still in the midst of it all we must be so thankful we have a house, a bed, a tv, food, air conditioning. Freedom. Health. Life. So often these get overshadowed by problems and other factors that makeup our daily lives; we must find time constantly to stop and give thanks. All good gifts around us come from heaven above, despite the Wal-Mart price tags on most of them.

More as it comes, just like the rain.  ¶ 6/09/2005 08:41:00 AM