Another spontaneous display of fireworks began right outside my window (literally...they were being set off a block away) so I decided to take full advantage this time and climbed out onto my roof to watch the show.
Tio Alex came up and we took Papa's guitars up onto my roof and had a jam sesh. We were fiddlers on the roof (ba dum tis) only with guitars and super-loud-off-key singing voices, serenading the neighborhood with praise and worship music. Hey, God said "make a joyful NOISE", not "sing well."
I woke up at 5:46am to an earthquake. It was my first, and though terrifying, it was mild and over fairly quickly. If you've never experienced it, I'd compare it to being on top of a washer or dryer. Actually, it's more like 4 hulking men are each shaking a post of your bed. It kind of rocked my world. (man, I'm killin' it with the lame jokes!)
Mid-morning our electricity went out. So, that meant, freezing shower, cold dinner, sitting in the dark contemplating what to do with no TV, no computer, no light to read, etc. Then my Tio Esteban comes up and tells me there's electricity downstairs at my abuela's. And now here I am.
Last but not least, my 3-year-old cousin Estebitan (the one who had the spiderman b-day party) had really painful surgery a day or so ago (the kind he would have had 3 years ago in the US, the kind that makes me SUPER thankful I'm not a boy) and is currently drugged up and wandering around being absolutely HILARIOUS!
Just another day in the Dor.
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