Saturday, August 22

Hurricane Bill is staying well offshore. We may get some wind and the waves are definitely on the rise. We’ll check that out later. Most of the day we were shrouded in fog. It was humid and muggy.

Brenda got back to work on the bathroom ceiling. She finished caulking and put the second coat of spackle on. After it dried she sanded and painted a prime coat. Tomorrow she will put the finish coat on and this project should be done.

Wonder what she will find next?

Me, you ask about ME? Well I headed to the cove to cut the grass again. It never stopped growing this year. While down there I cleaned the bathroom and put everything moveable away in preparation for Bill. I walked out to the beach and the waves were building but not spectacular…yet.

Later in the day Brenda and I walked to the south end of the island. Although the fog was thick at times there was no doubt that things were happening far below. All of your senses are awakened by the sea. You could smell and taste the salt air. We could see the fog, the spray and the white foam. At times we could feel the reverberation of the waves hitting the rock, but the massive assault was to your ears. Continual roar, crashing of water on the rocks and what frequently sounded like gun shots as the waves rolled in.

Amazing.

During our walk one of Seguin's finest decided to christen me, right on my head! As usual I was wearing a hat, but this one was just a visor, you know, the kind with no middle. Well, the seagull just used it as a target. Brenda said I should be thankful that it is a sign of good luck. Don't know about that. It just felt like a pile of crap to me!

Damn flying rats.

Tomorrow should be better as Bill moves closer. I estimate the waves today at ten feet. Doesn’t sound like much, but seeing is believing. I saw only a few boats today and that was early in the morning. These were lobster boats working their traps before the waves got really bad. No pleasure boats in sight. As darkness fell we could hear the waves build. It elicits thoughts of days gone by, of storms and wrecks and rescues. Of men in the water screaming for help and swimming for their lives as their vessel is smashed against the rocks. I have often thought of what it must have been like but I never considered the sound. Awesome. Powerful. Deadly.