that time of year

Yesterday, with tropical storm Hermine just lingering out in the Gulf, our backwater, saltwater lagoon rose above it's seawall. Now, the sea level appears to rise, higher and higher with each consecutive year. At least 6 inches of rain yesterday, and with much more rain and a much higher tide expected, a 'storm surge' will arrive later tonight.

Hermine, soon approaching the coast with it's gale force winds, will make it all that more difficult to sit outside under any umbrella - to be able to enjoy that typical afternoon's summer cloud, or that late afternoon/early evening, reflective, soothing pack of smokes.

(post script) After all that nonsense above, this morning - my second day of clean-up - cutting a path with a cheap chainsaw to the back of the house, through the broken, roof laden bamboo.  Hot and humid, with what appeared to be "Zika" bourne mosquitoes and definitely, within the cut pieces, those large biting, Red Bull ants. One more day should do it. Three, one hundred pound bags of sand to fill in for the seawall are still sitting in the back of the truck - and all the while, me living through that rough and tough, semi-retired life.