Today marks the midpoint of our lease here at the beach house. It seems that the sea, air, and sky are objecting vociferously to the notion that we'll be gone in three-and-a-half months. LOL!
A serious winter storm rolled in earnestly overnight. I'd have to say it's worse than Hurricane Ian, which greeted us on arrival last October. The bay is whipped up with waves that look like the waves at the Jersey Shore. Of course, we've seen this before, but the sight never gets old.
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| The Bay As It Should Be So Calm One Can Paddle Board On It |
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| The Bay Today |
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| Waves Up Close |
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| Our View From Inside |
We're experiencing sustained winds of about 25 mph. This required TSO a/k/a Mr. Bale to brave the elements and pull down the storm shutters.
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| Mr. Bale In Action One Down, Two To Go |
The house is shaking, and the water in the toilet bowl sloshes around like it's a teetering fishbowl. We can't be anything but cooped inside in this kind of weather.
Although it has been snowing rather heavily, the poor little flakes have zero agency, as the strong winds just hurl them sideways -- either straight at, or past, our house. I don't know where they are landing, but it's not on the beach or around the grounds of our house. Just above the French doors, which are safely ensconced behind storm shutters, at the top of the cathedral ceiling in the beach house, are six windows that cannot be shuttered. It is there that snowflakes go to die.
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| D/O/A Snowflakes Smashed Into Cathedral Windows |
Surprisingly, the howlers are not out. I'm not sure what's become of them. Perhaps, since we are at the midpoint, they're just calmly waiting us out, knowing that, eventually, we'll be gone.
The storm is supposed to get worse -- overnight, of course -- before it wraps up sometime tomorrow afternoon. I hope the house is still standing, and we're still here to say good riddance!
Sounds pretty scary to me
ReplyDeleteIt is scary when it's dark outside; the house is shaking; and we can't see what's happening!
DeleteHow strange to hear about the toilet water. I like the image of Mr. Bale sparring with Mr. Gale.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest storm I can remember was a punishing lightning storm in north Texas that pummeled our old stone house. Bob was at work, and smart enough to stay put until the storm stopped flooding the streets.
The house shook with every thunderous bolt and I thought it would never stop roaring. By the time the weather relented, I was sitting in a straight-backed chair in the middle of the big room, far from the windows with my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears.
Now THAT sounds scary. I'm glad you survived!
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