Storms

The second of our typical seasonal island windstorms is blowing outside, and carrying with it a big dose of the wet stuff the coast is famous for. It's ugly enough that when I went through the checkout at the supermarket an hour ago, the staff practically insisted on giving me car service so they could load the groceries while I bundled T up in the car seat. The gentleman providing the car service even offered to go get my car and bring it to the front of the store. Never let it be said that service is dead.
The first storm rolled through on Thursday night. It was largely dry until the morning as the winds were tapering off. But I was thankful in the middle of that night that T's not old enough to understand what's happening around her, 'cause this old house really rattles and rolls when the winds get going, especially the top floor where the bedroom and nursery are. I had to get up and secure the window in the upstairs bathroom (a little top-hung casement) because the winds kept sucking it out and dropping it back, and taking the shower curtain with it, making a horrible noise.
We'll see how she takes it next year if we're still here. Perhaps in time she'll even grow to enjoy a good storm like her mom.