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A little more rain for good measure

The past several days have been more wet than dry, with the past two all wet. In fact, we were cranking up the volume on the TV to hear it over the sound of the downpour. Today, however, is showing the promise of some blue sky peaking through the clouds. We'll have to wait until the foliage dries out a bit before we can mow.
The rain was the result of the remnants of tropical depression Daniel. The storm began as Hurricane Daniel, then became Tropical Storm Daniel as it got nearer to us, then became a tropical depression (whatever that is) then because nothing more than some rain. It wasn't very exciting. We didn't lose power or anything. Ron and I have a new thing when the power goes out. We hang out on the lanai with a giant flashlight and play scrabble.
We have too much stuff. Despite our efforts to purge in Colorado before the move, we still have more than we need, want or have room for. This is a tiny house, after all. We've been making trips to Wal-mart and Home Depot to buy shelves and plastic cabinets.
Not much else is new. Oh... the new tennis racquet play great and the new (OK pre-owned) car is zipping along nicely and 28 miles per gallon. The furballs are all well and life is pretty good here in the rainforest.
I'll write more soon. Until then, Alo-o-o-o-o-o-ha!

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