At least it's the dry season

I don’t have my hairdryer. It’s in the luggage that may still show up tomorrow. (It didn’t show up last Friday, the last “tomorrow” we were hoping it would arrive on.) But at least it’s the dry season, so my hair is less frizzy than it would be in the wet season. Also, with both my trench coat and my rain coat in the luggage, I have plenty of time to order new ones before the next wet season.

 I’ve already loaded my Amazon.com shopping cart with a new hairdryer and a few other items and if tomorrow’s flight comes and goes sans luggage, I’m pressing the “Checkout” button. How long am I supposed to wait for Brussels Air to decide if they have our luggage or not? I’m hoping that if I go ahead and order a bunch of new stuff, the luggage will of course return. 

Some things we won’t be able to replace from here. Mike’s in South Africa this week, where he’ll be able to buy some of the replacement items. (Although I imagine he might be a tad wary about checking his luggage for the trip home.)

This morning I was outside and a familiar, homey feeling came over me. It dawned on me later that it feels like Santa Ana winds blowing through San Diego. I always liked that intense, warm, dry feeling. Last August when we arrived in Bujumbura the dry season had already been going on for a couple months and the weather was oppressive and hazy. Now, early on in the season, the air is warm but light and refreshing, like that first really warm day in June when you’re anxious to get out of school or work for the day. But when I think of those warm June days, I think back to Rhode Island, where of course they are more significant than in San Diego because you’ve slogged through so much snow and rain to finally be rewarded with summer. So I have homey feelings from both coasts working on me today.