Battling Zeta

   We are tired.  We are hurricane weary from the storms of this year and the season still has another month to go.  About 3am on the day Hurricane Zeta was to hit, I could not sleep.  I was a bit edgy.  Even though Hurricane Zeta was to hit as a "minimal" hurricane, my gut told me different.  Zeta was not going to play nicely.  Zeta was going to come in fiercely and stay that way far inland.  I tried to warn folks but I guess my words seemed like the ramblings of a crazy, old swamp lady.  I knew.  I just knew this storm was not going to be an easy fight.

  What started as a blustery, rainy night soon turned into a battering gale.  We sat tight in the Little Bayou House and listened to the roar of the winds and things slamming the house.  At times, the floor quivered something awful and the house would groan.   The beast was at the door.  It was trying to shake its way inside.  The Little Bayou House held its own against the foe and kept us safe. 

  After just a few hours of the beating, the monster moved on its way to attack others and we were able to slip outside to check for damage.  It was hard to see in the darkness but the house seemed fine.  The tidal surge was still well up into the yard and tons (yes, literally tons) of debris was being tightly stacked in a long line around the property edge.  There would be months of cleanup come morning light.

  Folks, while this all seems dire, life is good.  We made it through yet another hurricane with the Little Bayou House protecting us.  Friends, there are a lot of good folks out there that could use a helping hand.  We came out pretty much unscathed, but many folks suffered intensely.  Take a moment to say a little prayer for them or, if you can, lend a hand. It would be appreciated.