No pictures today so the progress on Mom's Ribs of Hell halter, the topdown lacy baby jacket, and Frolic will have to wait till tonight or tomorrow. So instead you get a big Welcome to the Tropics lowdown on hurricanes instead. To what do you owe this weather report? To the torrential downpour that descended upon my head as I stepped out the door to go to the orifice this morning. Heh. Yah, yah, rain is good, the flowers love it, my pink grapefruit tree is singing and her fruit will be juicy sweet in a month or so, but jeez. I mean, I grew up here in Miami and it still amazes me how much water can fall from the sky in how short a period of time. We're talking rain that falls so hard it bounces 3 feet back up. At least that was the high water mark on my skirt.
So why else is rain so good down here? Hurricane season is why. The more it rains, the less chance of a big blow. No, that's not high science, that's low-to-the-ground native Floridian experience. Seasons with high heat and little rain tend to produce monster hurricanes. The rainy season arrived big time about a week ago, thankfully, because it was shaping up to be one of those scary seasons. Maybe we'll get lucky and the big blow will pass us by one more year. But you know, the season goes from June 1 to October 31st and yes, October hurricanes do happen they are not pretty. So. The next time you're tempted to go for that fine whine, "I wanna go to Miami", remember that even paradise has a price tag. That would be apart from the lunatic third world drivers. And the fact that everyone is armed because Florida is (courtesy of our right-wing, fundamentalist Bushy-bro governor, you remember him? the one who stole the election for his brother, W?) a right to carry state. No flippin' the finger in traffic here, peeps. You'd be likely to get it shot off.
On a lighter note, though after that last little bit Rachel may not want me to claim that Miami is in the South, a big shout out to all the Southern Knit Bloggers! Thanks, Rachel, for organizing it. Are you ready for your Southern lesson of the day? How to pronounce Miami like a true, native Miamian:
my-AM-uh. And yes, we do eat grits here... with our huevos rancheros, je, je (spanish for heh, heh).