Actually "big rain and winds" is an understatement. It was more like hurling freakin' winds and driving rain. I avoided going outside yesterday as it was just TOO MUCH !!! Heck, I didn't even walk the half-block to the mailbox. I stared gloomily out the window at the sodden laundry as it wrapped itself over and over around the clothes line.
Instead of their usual walks, Wendy and Trey took turns on the treadmill.
Today I decided I owed them a decent outing, so I put on my waterproof pants and jacket, tugged on my lined, rubber boots, and strapped on my trusty s'ou wester hat, for a sodden stroll at Hartlen Point.
The hat was a going-away gift from friends back in Ontario. When I was given it, I saw it as a gag-gift. Now I treasure it for its practicality. My head is always snug, warm and dry no matter how hard the driving rain.
It's also a marvellous prop for guests, as I cajole them into having their photograph taken wearing it.
|My crazy cousin Carol.|
My hat is a link to the friends I've left behind, and a fun way to remember those who've visited me in me here in Nova Scotia.
I love my hat !