Dirty laundry.

This indoor/ outdoor living thing ain't all it's cracked up to be. Wellllll . . . maybe it is
-- but not when you're under construction during the rainy season.

Oy.

So, do you know about bungalows? We own a bungalow in Seattle, so I've looked it up. The word bungalow has its origins in India. A distinguishing feature of bungalows would be the eaves. Eaves are helpful in places that have monsoons. That's the kind of weather we've been having of an evening. Beautiful, clear days and thunderstormy nights.

The overhangs we used to have? They're being reconstructed in a more substantial, attractive style. But, for the moment, they're absent.

We had an absolute flood in the breezeway last night. Water flowed under the door, bringing in dirt and debris.

(I'm not actually complaining here. We didn't drown, like the people in the car in Wisconsin. And we don't even need to even clean it up, because Ana comes tomorrow. It's just one of those surprising things that happens in a different place.)


The other weird thing about indoor/outdoor living here is that our laundry room is outside. If you look at the first photo I've posted here, the washer and dryer are on the second floor, over to the left, by the scaffolding. Completely exposed to the elements.

So . . . the laundry that was in the washer got full of dirt from the rainfall last night. The guys completely clogged up the laundry sink (photo #2).

And I decided to put our two open boxes of Bounce (why two? because we like it!) in the upstairs/outdoor fridge next to the washer to keep it dry (photo #3).

Every day here is a new adventure in everyday living! (I'm gonna figure it all out if it kills me.)