I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…
This trip, I learned how to tie down the plane after the housekeeper at our Bed and Breakfast warned us of an upcoming hurricane.
“It’s really a hurricane?” I asked Lynne.
“Yes, tail-end of one. Which one is it?”
“Gordon,” piped up someone in the corner of the room.
“No, not Gordon,” said Lynne. “That was last Thursday. This one is a woman’s name.”
In the end, it was a bit blustery but the only real damage was to my hairdo. If anyone happens to know the name of the hurricane that passed by the Scillies on Wednesday, though, let me know. ;)
(oh, and a warm welcome to visitors from Time Goes By! Do say hello. :))