The last post I did was a few weeks ago simply because time and energy did not permit me to lollygag about on the computer. Hurricane Francine did not hit here directly but did deal us a blow as far as damage to the pier. My favorite place was in shambles and was clearly not a safe place to be. While "The Bayou Provides" (previous post) still holds true, it also takes. It takes time and effort to deal with problems that arise simply by trying to coexist with whatever the weather throws at us. Son has been working tirelessly to repair the damage to the pier while I am putting the same effort into cleaning up the debris line left behind by the tidal surge. I am getting too old for this!
The damage to the pier seemed, at first, to be only a surface matter but, once Son really looked, there were some underlying problems. Some of the basic structure points had come undone so his job got massively larger. The poor fellow has been redoing a lot of the bottom joists and stringers that had come unbolted. Renailing planks further up the walkway became my job. Finding our lost pier pieces became a family affair with us walking the shoreline in search of planks from both our pier and my brother's. (He received much more damage than we did.) We have yet to find the sturdy bench that Son had bolted to the pier. The table remained intact and actually helped keep the pier together...somewhat...but that bench is elusive! Where, oh, where did that thing float ashore? Son was in hopes of finding it but did say he would build another if the need arises. I miss my bench but, I have to admit, I have a great son!
So...the Bayou also takes. It and the weather make us ever aware of "what could happen" if the two collaborate to hit us with a fierce blow. It takes effort. It takes time. It takes stamina (something that is wearing thin with me.) And...it takes my bench to parts unknown! Come back, traveling bench! On a side note, if anyone sees this wayward bench, let me know!
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