There's supposed to be a tropical storm that could turn into a hurricane.
No, not Hurricane Andréa.
I'm doing fine for a change.
An ACTUAL tropical storm.
Papi has been talking about it for the last week and I just keep rolling my eyes and pooh-pooh-ing him when he mentions it.
One of the perks of living on the North Coast, is we don't get hit by many of the storms.
So, I just keep giggling at him and smiling when he goes on about it.
Then, Jersey Girl wrote me an email giving me all kinds of tips on how to stay safe during the storm that is supposed to hit.
Well, she's been here for a while, so yeah, I'll listen to her.
We scrambled about, bringing in anything that could fly around and take out Pathetic Puppy's other eye, closed the all the windows, then went to bed.
I got up this morning to a beautiful day.
Sun shining, waves calm, and then with no warning, it all went away and the rain started.
That's one thing that makes me feel at home here.
It's just like Vancouver in the sense that if you don't like the weather, wait 10 minutes and it will turn on a dime.
Only the rain here in the Dominican Republic puts Vancouver to shame, making Vancouver's rain seem like just a spit compared our monsoons.
Anyway, the thunder is rolling in and I love it!
But it meant that I had to come in from the outdoors.
I came in to find a chicken scratch note from my love.
Pathetic Puppy was at it again last night, only in an activity that could have killed her.
The tumultuous cane toad.
She was playing with it.
It could have killed her with it's defence mechanism of spewing poison.
So, my love had to give the baby a poison kit.
Having a gut of steel, this dog can take anything.
She seriously is from hell.
She's a bit like me.
You can't kill me, or her.
In Papi's note, he mentioned it's under a dog bowl by the pool.
Dominican Daddy is here doing his fancy yard work and I told him about the problem, but obviously not knowing the word for 'toad' in Spanish.
So, first thing in the morning, there I was doing charades.
He laughed, then merely lifted the dog bowl Papi had trapped it under and threw it into the ocean, shaking his head at the silly gringa.
We are so not used to this world.
One day, it will be second nature and I'll be tossing out the cane toad without a blink, ready for any tropical storm that threatens us and nobody will laugh at our dramatic ways, because we'll be relaxed.
One day.
Today is not that day.
As I watch the storm roll in, and Dominican Daddy work his magic in the yard, I'm still amazed that we are here.
We're actually here.
And today?
Today is our anniversary.
We were not ready for it, so next weekend we'll be celebrating.
We're going to go see a part of the island that had us dizzy in circles once.
This time, we're going to google it and get there and back without a problem.
We're actually going to have a mini-holiday and see this fine island that is now home.
Happy anniversary, baby.
We did it.
We really, really did it.
No, not Hurricane Andréa.
I'm doing fine for a change.
An ACTUAL tropical storm.
Papi has been talking about it for the last week and I just keep rolling my eyes and pooh-pooh-ing him when he mentions it.
One of the perks of living on the North Coast, is we don't get hit by many of the storms.
So, I just keep giggling at him and smiling when he goes on about it.
Then, Jersey Girl wrote me an email giving me all kinds of tips on how to stay safe during the storm that is supposed to hit.
Well, she's been here for a while, so yeah, I'll listen to her.
We scrambled about, bringing in anything that could fly around and take out Pathetic Puppy's other eye, closed the all the windows, then went to bed.
I got up this morning to a beautiful day.
Sun shining, waves calm, and then with no warning, it all went away and the rain started.
That's one thing that makes me feel at home here.
It's just like Vancouver in the sense that if you don't like the weather, wait 10 minutes and it will turn on a dime.
Only the rain here in the Dominican Republic puts Vancouver to shame, making Vancouver's rain seem like just a spit compared our monsoons.
Anyway, the thunder is rolling in and I love it!
But it meant that I had to come in from the outdoors.
I came in to find a chicken scratch note from my love.
Pathetic Puppy was at it again last night, only in an activity that could have killed her.
The tumultuous cane toad.
She was playing with it.
It could have killed her with it's defence mechanism of spewing poison.
So, my love had to give the baby a poison kit.
Having a gut of steel, this dog can take anything.
She seriously is from hell.
She's a bit like me.
You can't kill me, or her.
In Papi's note, he mentioned it's under a dog bowl by the pool.
Dominican Daddy is here doing his fancy yard work and I told him about the problem, but obviously not knowing the word for 'toad' in Spanish.
So, first thing in the morning, there I was doing charades.
He laughed, then merely lifted the dog bowl Papi had trapped it under and threw it into the ocean, shaking his head at the silly gringa.
We are so not used to this world.
One day, it will be second nature and I'll be tossing out the cane toad without a blink, ready for any tropical storm that threatens us and nobody will laugh at our dramatic ways, because we'll be relaxed.
One day.
Today is not that day.
As I watch the storm roll in, and Dominican Daddy work his magic in the yard, I'm still amazed that we are here.
We're actually here.
And today?
Today is our anniversary.
We were not ready for it, so next weekend we'll be celebrating.
We're going to go see a part of the island that had us dizzy in circles once.
This time, we're going to google it and get there and back without a problem.
We're actually going to have a mini-holiday and see this fine island that is now home.
Happy anniversary, baby.
We did it.
We really, really did it.
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