aftermath

Sunday morning, grey and raining

Well Hannah kind of blew by us with not much fuss at all. I waited all day for the high winds to begin ... and they never came. We did have, earlier in the day, throughout most of the morning, torrential rain. Rain that fell in steady sheets of grey wetness, straight down and onto already well saturated ground. We have had record breaking rainfall this August. Yesterday late afternoon as Miss Winnie Dixon and I drove to the beach to meet up with Carol and Baby Duke for an afternoon twirl and romp session there were huge puddles everywhere but the roads were already beginning to dry and the sky had turned blue again in places. Some reports of minor flooding, and a few washed out areas in these parts but as storms go this one was pretty gentle - to us.

My Lulu, my squawkamolé cat has begun her final decline at a fairly rapid rate. She hardly ever yells at me anymore and there are no more death defying leaps from table to table. She is bone thin, and doesn't eat much or hold much food down when she does manage to eat something. She doesn't seem to want to go outside into her kingdom these last few days and the time, that time, is now racing towards us. That's how it goes it seems, once it begins ... it comes at you fast and furious. I need to do the right thing, the kind thing ... once again. She's almost 18 and she enjoyed another summer here at 29 Black Street ... two things that give me great comfort.


Miss D amidst the seaweed