Gray days

Another rainy day. Yay. And another one tomorrow and the next day and most of the next day. So much for the perfect weather we were supposed to have all this week. With the tropical storm down around Louisiana, I figure that should work its way up here soon, too. What a summer.

The neighbor across the street planned to take vacation this week. He had a few home projects lined up and he had a good start on them over the weekend. But after hearing the revised weather forecast he decided to cancel his vacation and go back to work. He said he’ll just take days off when the weather is supposed to be decent. At least he’s allowed to do that. I feel sorry for the folks who have traveled here for vacation.

Jo and I went over to the beach town just over the river and had a fish fry by the water this evening. She knows all the best little out of the way places. The restaurant was deserted. It was misting out and the fog was rolling in heavy off the ocean. It’s chilly out, too.

Yesterday three guys were sucked into the rip tide and drowned. It’s not festive over there right now. One of the eating establishment owners reckoned that this year isn’t quite as bad as last year, but it’s almost getting too close to call at this point. Accidents like yesterday’s drownings obviously don’t help. Business has been pretty crummy.

I kinda liked the atmosphere tonight, though. Even if the weather is rotten, the smell of the ocean with the mist and the fog...well, it’s New England and it’s grand. Days like these are when the tourists hide in their cottages or B&B rooms and the locals come out to play. Of course, that doesn’t mean I want every day to be like this. And those who depend on the tourist trade are praying for a calm ocean, sunny days, and warm temperatures. Maybe next week.