As the dark clouds rolled in and the thunder echoed off the mountains, I scurried outside to bring in the clothes drying on the line. The approaching storms don't always make it over the mountains -- sometimes we get the visual and auditory show without the rain -- but I get ready just in case.
I'm sometimes amazed at how much I've adapted to this environment, despite my constant grumblings about how everyone treats me like an outsider. I still panic when I hear thunder and quickly save whatever I'm working on, but now I also revert to Susie Homemaker and prepare the house for a tropical rainstorm (very different from those in the Midwest).
While out on the patio, I looked down at my neighbors and saw three different women doing the same thing. I guess I'm one of the locals whether they like it or not.