OK, we've been laggards when it comes to blogging this past month. . . Part of it can be explained by vacation hangover from Panama (Bocas was very nice) and we're going to put the rest of it on the rain. . .Yep, that's right, the wet stuff. . . I grew up in Western Washington, so I'm used to the rain. . . When it rains in Costa Rica, though, it rains. I'm not talking all-day drizzle like in Washington, I'm referring to wrath-of-God type rain, that bangs down so hard on the roof, that you cannot hear the phone ring, let alone talk to someone. And when the rain is coming down, it typically brings thunder and lightning, which means we shut down the computer and fax, etc., to avoid any fricaseed machinery from a strike. (The owners once went through two fax machines in three weeks because of surges caused by lightning strikes). Today, while it was raining so hard we had to shout to one another from about 3 feet apart (and missed two incoming phone calls), we noticed that one of the gutters on the side of the house was stopped up, and water was cascading down like crazy. . . Since we didn't want the gutter to collapse, I got out a ladder and shinnied up to clean out the crud . . . It took about 17.5 seconds before I was as wet as if I had jumped into a pool. . . It took another 2-3 minutes to clean the debris and gunk out of the gutter, and then the water shot down the drainpipe and flooded the porch area. . .
Most of the roofs here in Costa Rica (probably 95 percent or so) are some sort of metal. I don't know why, perhaps they last a long time? But when the rain hammers down hard, it's nearly impossible to hear anything. And it also plays havoc with the satellite reception, which is a major downer when we get a bit of a respite to catch up on news and television shows. . .
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