A storm in here, out there
Our duck hunting trip almost got cancelled because of a storm brewing in the Gulf – all I could think is that the duck hunting trip was my escape from the storm brewing inside me. I long to be on the water, headed away from my daily routine. Last night Swirl hosted Women and Wine, I told B, I’m sick of women and wine, so she left me T, her little man, trying to survive his bad diagnosis of cancer – he showed up with a plastic collar that gave him a rough and tumble look. I told him when she left that he is one lucky dog to have had her in his life. The storm is passing and we’re back on for this weekend at sea.
Storms never last, do they Baby?