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Monday, September 24, 2012

Wet

In India, the rains come quick and hard. I had invited all 17 of my advisor group to my house for supper, a movie and a sleepover. By the time we all got ready to leave school on Friday afternoon, the cloud burst was looking imminent. We decided to make a run for it. It's not very far to my house, but long story short, we were all soaked, top to bottom, umbrella to Converse. No drier, we raided the closets and found dry things for them all to put on and hung the wet clothes in the bathroom to drip.
Last night in Delaware there was a flash storm. It was Maria's grad party--all the siblings were there with their friends, Maria's friends from near and far. They had been in swim suits, trying to stave off the oppressive heat with an inadequate "Slip-N-Slide" (two were even inadequate). Watching out the kitchen window Daniel said, "God has a bigger hose and is having fun." They all had fun, even those who had opted out of the Slip-N-Slide. After the downpour, as they all tromped up the stairs to the back door we ran for towels and welcomed them inside.
Towels collected from our pool room in Upstate New York, from Goa - India, some from St Croix - USVI. I think the ones we splurged on in the Galapagos as newly-weds have all passed on to the place where all well-used beach towels go...