Boy oh boy, having a stalled tropical storm even remotely close to your neighborhood gives you lots and lots of exactly what we’ve been praying for: RAIN! Tropical storm Emilia got stalled just for a bit over the tip of the Baja peninsula and dumped rain on us for over three days. It turned the far side of our street into a little mini raging river for many hours at a time, but it always stayed on that side of the street, so we never had to deal with that muddy flow. It filled our patio with about two inches of water, many hundreds of gallons, but never crept into the house. We used the broom to sweep out as much water as we could, as our patio has no drains.
The rain soaked the wall in the guest room down about two feet from the ceiling and also under the window in that room and started leaking through the corner of the kitchen, but that was it as far as the house goes thankfully. Our landlord checked it out, says not to worry it will dry out just in time for the big rains coming in August and September. Yippee.
Our water company’s pumps were flooded out by the Rio Elota, and so our whole neighborhood has been without water for more than two days. They promise it will be back later this afternoon. Praise the Lord, showers and dishes tonight, laundry tomorrow!
Tom and Lidia had actual flooding in their guest room and lost their internet connection at one point. They spent a sleepless night on Tuesday trying to keep the water at bay so it wouldn’t invade the rest of the house, Tom on the roof with a squeegy pushing the excess water off and Lidia and her friend Ingrid mopping and soaking up the water that did get inside.
Thankfully on Wednesday they located the cause of the flooding, two drain pipes on the roof had been cut off during the reconstruction and those two holes let the water pour into the house and out through the electrical outlets in the guest room. They consulted with our friend Layo at the big ferreteria up the hill from us, found a guy who came out and took a look. He installed some extra joints on the pipes, bringing them above the water level on the roof and presto! No more flooding! And for only $20 pesos! Praise the Lord.
In the midst of all of this our letters from Religious Affairs arrived in Mazatlan, so this morning Tom, Ralph and I journeyed south and picked them up from DHL and delivered them to immigration. They accepted them (yea!!) and told us to come back in a week for our visas! Praise the Lord!
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, whatta week, whatta God. Thanks for your prayers.
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