Here’s to Irma

I grew up in Virginia Beach, spent most of my adult life on the New England coast, lived the last nine years on the Gulf of Mexico, but it wasn’t until last Monday did I live through the most frightful weather. I was in our lake house in the middle of Northeast Georgia during the downgraded (really?) Tropical Storm Irma.

The worst of our damage was to our boat dock. Our newly painted home looks like it lost in a paintball fight, and the streets leaving our neighborhood (not that we can leave our neighborhood, at the moment) are covered with downed trees and electrical lines and poles.  Safe to say we won’t have electricity for quite a while.

So, to keep this short and sweet due to my limited battery life and my all-thumbs approach on my phone, here’s all I have to say: The Rum Drinker in the house is not happy due to warm diet coke and no ice. I, on the other hand, am delighted- Cabernet Sauvignon is best served at room temperature!