Well, guess where I am?
When I took this picture on Tuesday evening, I was on the lower deck
of our family's beach house on eastern Long Island.
Primarily because of these:
The things on the decks.
See, I was at home in New Jersey, minding my own business on Tuesday
morning, when my husband sent me an email about Hurricane Irene.
She might make an unwelcome visit to the East End come the weekend.
And all I could think of was the deck furniture flying through
the air like Dorothy's house when it was caught up in what
our daughter Annie called "a tomato storm."
So Anne and I got in the trusty minivan, lit out over the highways
on our mission of mercy, completely missed getting jostled by the earthquake
because we were on the Grand Central Parkway in New York City at the time,
and arrived out here in the afternoon.
|Annie is sitting out on the dock. It's mesmerizing.|
We have to leave early midday tomorrow,
because we have to be back in the Jerz.
But at least I'll know that we've cleared the decks and
battened down the hatches . . . and Irene?
Bring it on.
We're ready for ya. -- Cass
Linking to Susan's Outdoor Wednesday
at A Southern Daydreamer. Click here!