Today is just one of those days when I am really glad I don't live in one of those cute little beach cottages. We had some errands to run this morning and although it started out a non-intimidating sort of drizzly morning with lots of happy little boy umbrella use....it soon changed tunes. The final place we stopped was the bakery down on the seaport of our town....whew. By the time we made it back to the car with the much abused bag of bread, both the boys were in tears and all of us were soaked. Umbrellas were a useless joke, the wind was whipping sideways and treated our rain protection like ziploc bags on sticks....heh. Everywhere you looked (whenever you saw people who were desperate enough or dumb enough to be out and about) you saw umbrellas inverted, showing their naked ribs, people staggering over to huddle against a brick wall as the next torrential gust ripped through and stuff of all kinds, blowing down the street, garbage can lids, newspaper, branches....all kinds of detritus.
We got ourselves home. And here we be. Not a lot to say on a day like today except...."Shall we distract ourselves?" I am reading a bit, the fire in the fireplace has burned down a bit, the boys are taking what ought to be extra long naps, and I am busting into the laundry pile with a vim unparalleled.
I hope that you are keeping cozy wherever you are and that if a sea driven fury is howling through your town that you have the sense to tell yourself that tomorrow will be a fine day to grocery shop...today is a better day for baking your own bread and making homemade soup.
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