
Thursday morning dawned calm and bright. It seemed the perfect time to catch up on some household chores that had been put off. I spent the morning hours painting the new garage door we had installed a month ago to match those of the rest of our townhouse complex.

Bruce got out the window boards and prepared to nail them up for the storm. When I was done with the painting I climbed up onto the garage roof to help him with those windows in the back of our townhouse. The grounds keepers did the ones in the front that we couldn’t reach and we left the downstairs windows to be done should it become necessary as the storm progresses.
Throughout the day we heard reports that it was and would continue to track towards the north and it seemed that we were now out of harm’s way.
Once the chores were done, Bruce and I took off to see what was going on out in Port Aransas. We stopped at the boat and found that the marina was an absolute ghost town. Many of the big power boats had been removed…the slips were bare.
I guess all of the preparations had been made the previous day and the boats were now left to make it or not.


We spent some time playing around on the soggy beach.




We sat on the steps of the beach bar and wondered what it would be like to be living out on the boat in a big storm.

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