{"id":16450,"date":"2014-02-16T19:22:02","date_gmt":"2014-02-17T03:22:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/?p=16450"},"modified":"2014-02-16T19:22:02","modified_gmt":"2014-02-17T03:22:02","slug":"stormy-seas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2014\/02\/16\/stormy-seas\/","title":{"rendered":"Stormy seas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Saturday morning. Up early, if not bright. The weatherperson warns of two storms headed our way this weekend.<\/p>\n<p>Being caught up on work-work (and even forbidden by one client to proceed on his projects for now), I know that kind of weather will leave me inert and gloomy if I don&#8217;t have a plan.<\/p>\n<p>Hm. Plan &#8230; a plan. The choices are &#8230; framing and drywalling those closets I&#8217;ve been promising myself to build for three months. Or &#8230; going to the beach!<\/p>\n<p>Well, I tell ya, that was a hard decision. But by 8:30 a.m. I&#8217;m off to a pleasantly grubby little oceanside town (not far from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/ClaireWolfe\/2012\/09\/26\/what-im-doing-on-my-sorta-vacation\/\" target=\"_blank\">the one pictured in this post<\/a>). By late morning, the dogs and I are holed up in a grubby little motel a short walk from the beach.<\/p>\n<p>Let the storms begin!<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>The first storm took its time, but boy, it was worthwhile. To me, anyhow.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Although the dogs enjoyed the freedom of the isolated beach, they did not appreciate sitting with me on a dune watching the breakers and facing down the wind and rain. Even a plastic sheet to sit on, a poncho to huddle under, and their warm little raincoats to wear did not make them happy.<\/p>\n<p>But that&#8217;s what I was there for. And for mom, they put up with it.<\/p>\n<p>During high tide (dangerous), we warmed up in the motel, ate corndogs or fish baskets from the local c-store.<\/p>\n<p>At low tide, out we went. There&#8217;s one stretch of beach where winter storms and high tides tear away at old houses and barns and fences. The following low tides reveal strange and creepy wonders &#8212; which I&#8217;d share with you except my camera broke.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>This morning dawned bright and still and beautiful with great beach walking. Nice hard, wet sand from dunes to waterline. Actual sun in the sky. Hard to believe another storm was soon due. The day gleamed. But alas, the dogs took their opportunity to get revenge for yesterday&#8217;s dune-sitting.<\/p>\n<p>I forgot that storms always &#8212; always! &#8212; leave behind dead fish and even the occasional long-defunct seal or sea lion. Ava and Robbie noticed. Of course they would.<\/p>\n<p>Ugh. And me without my rubber gloves and doggie shampoo.<\/p>\n<p>When today&#8217;s storm blew in, the dogs were too fragrant to huddle with despite my best efforts with the motel&#8217;s shower and itty-bitty bars of soap. <\/p>\n<p>Left the dogs in the XTerra as I shopped for monumentally tasteless souvenirs, had an early dinner at a wharfside cafe, and headed home (<i>after<\/i> opening the car&#8217;s windows wide to let the rain in and the doggie + deadthing odor out.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Came home to find that one of my clients spent the weekend having a crisis for which I was needed. Too late now, though. Life. It&#8217;s like that. <\/p>\n<p>Closets still need to be built, too. Oh well. Later. After three months of procrastinating, I&#8217;m getting pretty good at finding excuses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saturday morning. Up early, if not bright. The weatherperson warns of two storms headed our way this weekend. Being caught up on work-work (and even forbidden by one client to proceed on his projects for now), I know that kind of weather will leave me inert and gloomy if I don&#8217;t have a plan. Hm. Plan &#8230; a plan. The choices are &#8230; framing and drywalling those closets I&#8217;ve been promising myself to build for three months. Or &#8230; going to the beach! Well, I tell ya, that was a hard decision. But by 8:30 a.m. I&#8217;m off to a<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2014\/02\/16\/stormy-seas\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Stormy seas<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16450","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","ratio-natural","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16450","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16450"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16450\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}