For the past several days a nor'easter has been tearing through where we live here in southern Delaware. No, this isn't Hurricane Joaquin, it's just a regular nor'easter.
It seems like it the howling wind and rain have been here all week but actually, only about three days. Great napping weather which I have been taking full advantage of, sleep at least two hours ever afternoon listening to the wind whistle and howl outside my bedroom windows. My bedroom is constructed in such a way that I get the maximum eerie sound effects of the wind. I could tape those sounds and sell them to old mystery radio shows. In fact that's what that howling wind reminds me of, listening to radio shows like "Sergeant Preston of the Yukon" when I was just a child of five years old in the late 40's. Yes, I am THAT old.
Today, as usual, I took Bill for a ride. You think we hang out in this house, as glorious and comfortable as it is, all day? Not us. We have to get out. If I'm not working I take Bill out for a ride. We usually ride down Oyster Rocks Road, which is a dead end to the Broadkill River. We went down that way yesterday but the road was flooded so we gingerly turned back by making a hasty U-turn.
Today we toured downtown Milton, which the Broadkill River runs right through the middle of town. Oh my, flooded! And the Milton Theater was just refurbished too. I see a new fund raising campaign in the future to Save the Theater!
|The flooded parking lot in downtown Milton - the theater is the red brick building on the right of this photo. Looks like someone left their car and bicycle parked in the lot. Who knows, maybe someone left their cake out in the rain too.|
After touring Milton (I have other videos which I may or may not post tomorrow), I decided it was time to visit Rehoboth Beach. Surely the summertime tourists are gone now.
Route One was still fairly congested much to my surprise. Upon entering Rehoboth Beach I decided to drive out to North Shores, which is the gay beach where my late departed friend Ed Cage used to troll for sex. Poor Ed, on an ever ending quest for that Anonymous Sexual Encounter. He died this past January 27th, the anniversary date that I entered the Army in 1960. Thus I will never forget the day he died. But I digress. Back to North Shores.
|Me and my friend Paul Bickerstaff at North Shores in 1980 - that's the way the "surf" usually is at North Shores - calm as a lake - by the way, I still have that New York Yankees hat - get rid of it Ron!|
While Bill stayed in the car (the wind was too much for him), I tried to go to the beach. The wind fought me all the way. Man oh man, was that wind ever strong. The strength of the wind may not come through in this video, but a couple of gusts almost knocked my iPhone out of my hands!
That surf may not look like much but on my previous visits to North Shores, the waves gently roll in. Not today folks. This surf was ferocious!
A couple of times a strong gust of wind almost blew me (no pun intended) away. My friend Ed would appreciate this "humor." My apologies to my family friendly blog followers but occasionally I do dip down into my innate crude humor (which I inherited from my hillbilly father, my Mother of course would be greatly offended, being of Quaker heritage).
So it's been quite a day here folks. Every day is a gift and I appreciate the experience of Life. Wind, rain, sun, heat, cold . . . . all of it. I love life!
Now to take a shower and have some dinner then check my online Scrabble boards. By the way, any of my followers who want to play online Scrabble (Facebook), let me know. I'm getting quite good. My friend Pat (he of Toronto, Canada) introduced me to the pleasures of Scrabble. I find playing online Scrabble most enjoyable and would love to play with others online. Check it out. Facebook friend me and let's play!