Monday, March 21
We made this an administrative / housekeeping day due to the weather report. Tucson is in the midst of a long several-year drought and rain is forecast for today. It's hard to tell if any rain here in the desert will materialize or just evaporate before hitting the ground. The wind blew all night long (those of you who remember the rock 'n roll, bee-bop hit of way back when - “Rockin' Robin” - that's not the name of this tune. More like Rockin' Beluga. Gusty winds rocked us and blew through our open-just-a-crack windows, but Baby Beluga stayed put on her tires and leveling points. At times throughout the night, I could hear the sides suck in, then out, like the wolf did in “The Three Little Pigs” or as the story goes down here, “The Three Little Javelinas.”
The morning dawned gray with ominous clouds and windy. It seemed that nary a bird was flying except those catching wild thermals in the sky. A good day for doing laundry, catching up on the books (Duffy for Kurt's business) at the at the new and local library in Oro Valley near Catalina State Park in north-east Tucson, and shopping for gluten free food for me at the conveniently situated Whole Foods and Sprouts grocery stores. (There's a Trader Joe's in the near vicinity, too.)
Tired and hungry – the general state of things for us at the end of a day – we stepped into our trailer before the rain began. Yes, amazingly, it rained! Not enough to create a gully-washer, but enough to freshen the too dry desert plants, cacti, and shrubs. It even rained enough for us to hear the pitter-patter of raindrops on the Casita roof, but not enough for Brett to hear them many miles away in Alaska over our evening cell phone connection. Though we're not yearning for rain just yet, familiar sounds like raindrops make for a sound night's sleep.
Until next time,
Pam
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