The Rain Apocalypse

January 17, 2012

I just spent ten solid minutes trying to figure out how to spell “apocalypse.”  My pride wouldn’t let me google it.  I got there eventually.

{Right?  That IS how you spell it…right??}

Aaaaaaanyhoo.  What was I saying?  Oh right…rain.

So. Much. Rain.

Today, ladies & gents, is day FIVE of this constant torrential downpour.  DAY FREAKING FIVE!

My phone has been dead for two and a half days because there has not been a hint of sun to solar-charge it on.  I’m going crazy.  This blog entry is being typed out on my iPod, which has approximately 10% battery left…but the need to talk to myself right now is very, very urgent.  Is this what happens before you go crazy??

Is this what Tom Hanks felt like in Castaway when he started talking to Wilson, his volleyball BFF???

It is not only rainy season here in Madagascar, but cyclone season.  This is my very first cyclone - it’s being called “Tropical Depression Chanda.”  Wait, does this mean it’s not a full-blown cyclone yet?  ANYWAY!  Still a constant downpour that never lets up.  No one wants to do any work, they just sit in their house and watch the rain.

Which is what I do.  Which is why I’m going crazy.

{Author’s note on January 26th: second cyclone has hit the Mozambique Channel - Funso, is what they’re calling this one - mmmmmooooorrrrrrreeeeee rain.  Joy.}

The one good thing about all this rain is that I have a few rain catch pipes outside my house, so I just stick my water bucket underneath & voila!  I don’t have to make my daily trip to the village well!

One bad thing is that my laundry never quite gets dry.  It’s all just…kind of damp.

Another good thing is that I can sing to my music at the top of my lungs inside my house, and no one knows, because the rain is pounding down so hard outside!

Another bad thing is that I’m very worried my kabone is going to overflow.  I think this is actually my number one worry right now.  Maybe, possibly, most definitely too much information for you, but: I know the “waste matter level” in there is rising based off of the fall time of my pee.  There.  I said it.  Get over it.  I talk about pee/poop at least once a day over here.  The important thing to talk away from this is that MY KABONE MIGHT OVERFLOW.

Okay.  That’s it for now I guess.

Hey, guess what?  It’s still raining.

Until next time,

T