Let the holidays begin!

This shot made me think, are you TRYING or are you FLYING? Just a study of two very different styles...

Okay, let the injustices begin! I am off for HALF A MONTH!

Injustice #1: I woke up throughout the night to the sounds of howling winds like I heard at night in NEW ZEALAND. Last night the seas were ten feet, with promises of morning offshores... but gale force offshoress???

JUSTICE! I am being paid to house sit/dog sit until New Year's Eve at a grand old Victorian mansion downtown. There are so many rooms, I have a choice of sleeping in many different ones, but last night I chose poorly. Injustice #2: At midnight, the smoke detector went off right over my head. What is the capacity of the human heart rate? I was wondering that at that moment. Also, I was wondering how I could get up to it in a house with fourteen foot high ceilings. I had no idea where a ladder was. There were no chairs high enough that I could stand on. So, I lay there thinking; What to do? Surely it will go off the minute I fall asleep again. Bingo! Two heart attacks in one night can not be healthy for someone of my advanced years. Next thought: Get out of that room and into another. I closed the door behind me, and picked another room.

Did I mention that Beau, the red-nosed coon hound that I am baby sitting (who I love love love), woke me up about every hour to come check on me and make sure I heard him whining for his missing family? Why am I so dizzy this morning? That was injustice #3.

So, the wind was howling. Of course! It is the eve of my long winter break! The wind was so strong last night that objects were being tossed around outside on the porches, big things from the sounds of it. God only knows what I will find when I go outside.

So, when Bob called about 7am (Injustice #4), and proceeded to rake me over the coals for not having checked the surf yet... well, I wanted to SCREAM! Here is what he had to say. "I can't believe that YOU AND ANDY haven't checked it yet! Brian is at HOME DEPOT! The only window was EARLY, you guys. What is going on???"

As I picked up Beau's steaming poop in a plastic bag (I have to walk him, first thing, you see), I calmly told Bob why I was not on the beach at 5am this morning. I walked along the alley in the bitter cold wind that arrived last night and thought; Bob sure was lucky he was not within steaming poop bag tossing distance at this moment.

That was when Andy called and said the surf had been blown down to nothing (injustice #5).

More to come...