My Dance With Chango

For those of you who have known me for long enough, you know that I’ve done a few stupid things in my life, but this one may just take the cake. We encountered the biggest storm I have ever been a part of last night. There were rumors going around about a cold front from the North headed our way. Yesterday was extremely hot and still, and apparently those two ingredients (warm front and cold front) meeting is the recipe for a pretty nasty storm.

At about 7pm is when the rain slowly started to fall, and very soon after, the lightening and thunder. At about 7:15 I realized that there was a big possibility that I had left my computer plugged in, with the window open, in my classroom at school. Not thinking about the implications, which is pretty much the impetus for all of my stupid actions in life, I threw on my raincoat and shoes, and headed into the storm. Zoia cursed me out the door, and Siboney just looked a little bit confused. I imagine that it is a bit confusing to have a superhero for a father.

Now in my defense, my initial plan was to run to our principal’s house, which is only about 20 yards away, in order to borrow his car. Upon approaching his house, I found him, his wife, and his daughter kinda huddled together with all of the lights out. I asked if I could borrow his car. “Car died on me today” he replied. He also told me that he was worried the students had not closed the windows to the computer lab that day.

Well me being the brave hearted soul that I am decided that I would take one for the team. “Give me the keys to the school and your flashlight!” Climatic music begins now…

My dumbass ran 100 yards through a wide opened farm to the school, as lightening literally danced around me. (I realize that this story may seem a bit embellished, but please bare with me). I got to the school. Computer was safe and sound in its bag, and computer lab windows were totally shut.

As I’m running around the school checking these things, I can hear Zoia from the loft yelling my name. I called back up to her that I was OK. Now as I was preparing for my trip back up to the house, and lightening and thunder began to get closer and louder, I realized that I was in quit a predicament. Thoughts of spending the night at the school crossed my mind, but that would a punk way to end the story.

Probably not to your surprise, I took the brave route again. I laced up my North Face amphibious shoes and ran zig zags back up to the loft. I later realized that you run zig zag when your being chased with guns, but at the moment, the same rule applied. So I ran zig zags back up to the loft, and was untouched by Chango and his compadres.

I opened my door, and expected to be embraced as a soldier should upon arrival from battle, but was instead greeted with some more cursing. Sweet! We turned out the lights, hugged eachother tight, and trembled at every sound of thunder that rocked our little loft on the hill all night.