Written: 1/28/09
No one does much in the rain and I now know why. If people do go out they have a plastic on their head, a garbage bag poncho,
umbrella, and very not sensible shoes. Today we actually did some work until Marco decided that it was raining too much to even do paperwork indoors. We walked the principal around while he made silly suggestions like we need 50,000 cabbage, we need to buy seedlings when we have 500 ready, and we should plant in a patch in the middle of a field that still needs to be harrowed even though the tractor driver plows over anything green. I went home and had a personal dance party, wrote some letters, and drew a picture. At 4:30 Marco called to say dance was still on and at the Agric College. It was pouring so I said I wasn’t sure if I would go. At 4:45 the rain had lightened to what in Oregon is a reasonable amount to go out in and I had exhausted all other forms of entertainment and I had a ton of energy for some reason. So I started to walk. As soon as I was out the front door I knew it was going to be a soggy adventure. Just to get to the path that leads to the school I had to walk 20 yards down our road which has turned into and ankle deep pond. Talk about low infiltration rates, the rest of the trip (30 mins) was slogging through water and crossing two more ponds. I finally arrived at my destination and was not surprised to find that no one was there. I called Marco, remember he previously told me dance was still a go, but 
Velaphe answered and told me to just go home. With the guards and some students laughing I hiked up my pants and started the return trip. Luckily my Merrill boots are hard-core enough that when I got home and out of my wet things, my socks were the only thing that was dry at all. I have come to the conclusion that from now on when it rains and I have to cross the giant lake that is sometimes a road I will wear sandals and roll my pants above my knees. Keep it easy.
No one does much in the rain and I now know why. If people do go out they have a plastic on their head, a garbage bag poncho,
umbrella, and very not sensible shoes. Today we actually did some work until Marco decided that it was raining too much to even do paperwork indoors. We walked the principal around while he made silly suggestions like we need 50,000 cabbage, we need to buy seedlings when we have 500 ready, and we should plant in a patch in the middle of a field that still needs to be harrowed even though the tractor driver plows over anything green. I went home and had a personal dance party, wrote some letters, and drew a picture. At 4:30 Marco called to say dance was still on and at the Agric College. It was pouring so I said I wasn’t sure if I would go. At 4:45 the rain had lightened to what in Oregon is a reasonable amount to go out in and I had exhausted all other forms of entertainment and I had a ton of energy for some reason. So I started to walk. As soon as I was out the front door I knew it was going to be a soggy adventure. Just to get to the path that leads to the school I had to walk 20 yards down our road which has turned into and ankle deep pond. Talk about low infiltration rates, the rest of the trip (30 mins) was slogging through water and crossing two more ponds. I finally arrived at my destination and was not surprised to find that no one was there. I called Marco, remember he previously told me dance was still a go, but 
Velaphe answered and told me to just go home. With the guards and some students laughing I hiked up my pants and started the return trip. Luckily my Merrill boots are hard-core enough that when I got home and out of my wet things, my socks were the only thing that was dry at all. I have come to the conclusion that from now on when it rains and I have to cross the giant lake that is sometimes a road I will wear sandals and roll my pants above my knees. Keep it easy.
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