Me, Myself and Irene

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.

Why?

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.

To this:

Annie is sitting out on the dock.  It's mesmerizing.

Sigh.

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

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