I am in hopes that the tropical systems in the Atlantic and Caribbean do not decide to come here. We do not need a storm. One year of peace would be most delightful especially since I am still clearing debris from past ones. The older I get...the longer it takes. I am getting old. It is taking forever to do what was simple at one time.
The fact that I do not wish to have the cleanup afterwards is only part of the reason that a storm is not welcome here. When Hurricane Zeta poured out a heaping amount of chaos on the pier, we also lost the pier benches and fish-cleaning table. Those, we never found. I suppose someone inherited some quite handy items, if they are like us and reuse things. Son repaired the pier but never had a chance to rebuild the "furniture". He did just that this weekend. A handsome, sturdy table and bench set now sits on the pier so all hurricanes are to be directed elsewhere for the time being. I want to enjoy these pieces for a while before having to cart them back up the hillside. Thankfully, Son has them bolted down to the pier planks so a minor storm will never move them.
Sometimes, I feel as if I do not let Son know just how much I appreciate all he does around this place. His project list is endless and I sort of keep tacking things on the bottom of that paper. He just smirks and tells me that he will get to them soon. Now...storms stay away so he can get more of these projects completed and not have to deal with your debris and damage!
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