In the past week, we have had quite the roster of visitors to our humble abode. They include: an old friend from my university days, my mom, and what’s forecasted to be a Category 1 Hurricane, named Arthur.
My friend J came this past weekend for beach and merriment. It was a fun weekend of dodging rain showers, ice cream, drinking rum, and the nightlife downtown (we were out so late….we rolled up the drive 1 minute before midnight – not sure when we got old and lame – if only the 22 year old us could see us now!). It was good to spend some girl time with J and chat over the curveballs life has thrown us and how to deal. I have a kindred spirit in regards to that pesky thorn in my side.
My mother, born and raised in the midwest, is about to experience her 1st hurricane. She was coming this week for the 4th of July festivities. In the past, the 4th of July was always a big party at our house, and she was very excited about the fact that she didn’t have to cook or clean for this one. I’m pretty sure we’re going to be hunkered down with rum as the storm rolls into the coast. Both of us love storms – at my cousin’s cottage on Lake Huron, we used to watch the storms roll across the lake at night on the porch. Such an amazing show!
For what it’s worth, I’m still a hurricane virgin. Chances are this won’t be anything more than a tropical storm. The storm-loving kid in me wants a direct hit – the adult homeowner in me hopes it’ll bypass our area – the surfer in me can’t wait to hit the waves before and after the storm.