…isn’t giving us much trouble, at least yet, in case you were wondering. As of an hour or two ago, she’s become depressed (a Tropical Depression). It’s been breezy today, gusty, but not that much different than a Summer thunderstorm would be – only, without the rain, dark cloud, or thunder. No rain here anyway, except one drizzle.
Our ballerina and I went to the Bay this afternoon while we were in town. It was very gusty there, whitecaps across the Bay, and we saw more than one seagull get caught in the wind and fly backwards. That’s an amusing sight.
Our rain is supposed to start tomorrow and continue through Monday. Just in case the backyard floods, our ballerina caught the girls who clucked their protest at moving to their chicken tractor, on higher ground. And we – okay, I mean, the kids and my man (I have the injured ankle excuse still going for me, remember) – brought the boats and whatnot up to higher ground, too. It’s sort of a good way of decluttering the backyard. After Fay gets out of here, I’ll be forced to decide if we really do want two flat intertubes back on the riverbank, and if we truly will ever use a broken chicken waterer, and do we really want that rusted old swingset, not to mention the other stuff one collects in a big backyard. It’s astonishing, and a bit embarrasing, even if only to myself, seeing a backyard’s collection of stuff gathered. When it was scattered here and there, it didn’t look like so much junk.
No, you’re not going to see a photo of that.
Instead, I offer some color, courtesy of WeatherBug.com. It looks like someone has been playing with the Christmas-colored markers this evening.