One week ago yesterday (Sunday) the weather was beautiful here. Warm, bright and sunny. It was that weather that inspired my tour of the island on the scooter. What a difference one week can make!
What is officially known as Cold Front #22 came storming in Saturday night. Temperatures plummetted to the low 70's and the winds picked up. Great cold blasts of air that sweep over you, taking every degree of body warmth you have with them. Or so it seems to us.
Sunday morning when I got up the ocean had turned its' stormy angry green and white. Forget the gorgeous blues. Sometime in the early afternoon I got up my courage to go across the street and dare to take a few pictures. What I don't suffer for my readers!
Here are a couple of views down by the water's edge.
I was so emboldened that I thought a video would be impressive too. Even though the wind was buffetting me about, flapping my windbreaker so bad I thought I might take flight. Just listen.
Feeling secure in my position, I thought I would go a few steps closer and get a bit more detail. Watch what happens when you don't pay attention to Mother Nature!
The weather was so frightful yesterday that I decided to make a big pot of my World Famous In My Own Mind Chili (TM). B decided to make a loaf of homemade garlic-onion bread to go along with it. The smells coming out of the kitchen almost drove us mad. Every time there was a break in the NFL Playoffs L would enquire as to how long before dinner. Actually, I'm putting it politely how he asked. It was more of a shout from the living room couch.
What with all of the bad stuff going on last week and how I was feeling, I did not get a chance to mention something important so I am doing it now.
Tuesday, January 15, B and I celebrated the 28th anniversary of our partnership. Twenty-eight years together without the benefit or need of any formal ceremony or paper to say we are a couple forever. We just are.