It Came...It Went

  It had been the perfect night for sleeping.  The old dog was snoring on his bed, the cat was snoozing near my feet and it was raining.  The soft thunder in the distance and the pelting of raindrops on the rooftop helped me to drift off into a deep slumber.  A good storm can always relax me so I got some much needed rest.

  Then along about 4am, a loud crash woke me.  Something had smacked the side of the house!  It was then that I realized that the wind was literally howling at the french doors.  Whoa!  The tropical system that was stirring about in the Gulf had decided to move ashore.  Even though, Olga went in to our west, we got a bit of the high tides and strong winds. 

  The storm did some slight damage to the pier but, other than the limb hitting the house, everything is good.  This one just sort of caught us off guard.  Son and I had pulled up the small skiff and had hauled the fishing gear up from the pier so there were no worries.  At daybreak, he and I headed down to retrieve the pier boards that were being ripped off.  Some we found.  Others floated off to parts unknown.  

  Storms like these keep us on our toes and make us realize just how small and insignificant we really are.  Things can change in a heartbeat with no warning,  It is best to use time wisely.