Laundry Day

Yesterday, my job came to an end. Boo and yay. The apartment and pets have been reclaimed by their rightful owner. Before that though, we had a weird, peek-a-boo sunrise that turned silver, so I guess the dust is back.

Of course, first I took Betsy down for her last romp with me on the golf course. 

And then back up "The Hill" for what was probably the last time she'll ever have to do that again - me too. 

Back at the house, I got a nose rub from Flush too (I swear I didn't smear food on my schnoz to stage that - it's just our normal ritual, so I was prepared with the camera this time). 

Then it was time to do laundry. Now,
in normal circumstances, this would not be a big issue. But most island homes don't have dryers, or if they do, most islanders don't use them because electricity is expensive. I was in the first category and didn't have a choice - it was line-dry or nothing. I wasn't too worried about it because the forecast was for the usual passing shower, but mostly sunny skies. %#!*  Yeah, uh huh. There was very little sun, and the squalls came through about every 20 minutes. Just as the laundry got almost to where it was when I'd first taken it out of the washer, it rained again. For most of the morning, the showers were coming from the same direction, and I could kind of get ahead of it (bringing some stuff in). All of a sudden, the winds went up to howling (sending some partially-dried items off into the bushes), the clouds and rain approached from a different direction, and the clothes & towels got drenched. I was not running out there. Screw it.

Radar

Yep, there was the rain I was experiencing, right on that radar. %$@!*  I really needed a bra that was literally on the line...dripping wet. "Quick passing showers" - hrmph. It wasn't long before the begging started. Sun! Give me just 30 minutes. Ok, how 'bout just 20 minutes, but with an extra 10 minutes of clouds and a warning that you're about to douse me again? Is it too much to ask?! Well, apparently not because I did get some sun, but I needed more than 30 minutes. I finally dragged the remaining stuff inside, and six hours after I'd run the washer, everything was dry enough to pack and I was able to put on my bra. Sheesh.

Then it was time to head to the airport and pass the baton or house/car keys, doggy bones, & cat toys in this instance. First a welcome back Carib (or two), and then I was passed off as well to a friend's place out in the countryside for my final 3 days on island. She's got animals too, but at least I won't be responsible for them. While I'm not looking forward to leaving, I do miss my own two- and four-legged mammals back in the States, so will be happy to see them again. My new view: