My next posting was to offer some early observations concerning the change our move north has brought with regard to our family life. But Hurricane Irene interjected herself into this plan, so I will instead share a couple of pictures taken a few blocks from our house. I went down to the Swampscott bay twice during the storm. The first time with Trudi, the rain and wind were so fierce, we had trouble seeing. It was just high tide, and waves were crashing over the sea wall onto the sidewalk. We stood in awe for about 3 minutes and then beat a hasty retreat. About 3 hours later, the rain had abated, so I ventured down again. As I got to the shore, an unmanned sailboat was being picked up by the waves and carried across the harbor at considerable speed. It grounded itself on the sand in pretty fair shape. I was able to take a few photos included one that shows a second unfortunate boat.
I am not sure what the next high tide will bring, but I am afraid their end will not be pretty.
Irene reminds us, as did last week’s East Coast earthquake, that we all have in Mother Nature, a kind but strict parent, another family member who deserves our love and respect.
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