At Water's Edge ... edge??

Well, last Tuesday night, since Earl had been in the neighbourhood, it was understandable that the waves were kind of crazy, the surfers happy, we (divers) understood that we had to wait a few days to go back to the underwater life ...

Thankful because the winds were not so strong, no damages at sight, Fiona decided to go far to the East and Gaston disappeared into the ocean, I took my time to contemplate the ocean every evening, and morning... and afternoon... waiting for the waves to calm down and start the cleaning process (there was sand almost everywhere...) .At least a little bit.

But no. That never happened. Every night I went to bed with my iPod because the noise was too loud for my taste and every time I went out to check the proximity of the waves, they were kind of closer... yes, even leaving some kind of memorabilia on the deck.

When finally Thursday evening, all the dogs decided to go to sleep somewhere else I realized that probably the deck had become a bit dangerous.

So I asked Kirk what was going on with the waves and everything and he explained stuff to me about the winds and things like that but suddently he interrupted his own explanation to ask me: - Why? Are you spending the night still at Water's Edge with this weather?

I said: - Yes, why?

And he replied: - You should go somewhere else when hurricanes are around.

I felt in his tone that it was kind of obvious but what do I know about hurricanes? Nothing. Except that they have people's names in alphabetical order, they form when there is a low pressure system, and some other scientific stuff that for prevention, safety and common sense are not very useful...

So I promised I would go somewhere else for next hurricane, hoping the waves will go back to their normal behaviour today but no. Still our usual calm turquoise waters are only in my memories but not in front of Water's Edge that now more that "edge" is almost "in".

When I came home this afternoon, the waves were breaking against the deck and the water sometimes reached the street on both sides of the house. Weird. Really weird.

Before sunset, the dogs one by one disappeared. Probably trying to find a dryer place to stay...

Only Tipsy, Paws and Chiquito stayed. Tipsy looking at me with those 'May I come in?'eyes, Paws trying to find a corner where to sleep and Chiquito hiding his attempts to open the kitchen door, unsuccessfully.

Now it is 8.30 pm and nothing changed so I do not think it will improve tonight. Let's see what happens tomorrow....