She ripped through and tore up the eastern seaboard, leaving millions uprooted. My thoughts are with all those affected by the storm's wrath.
Hampton, Connecticut fared well, just some power outages. We were lucky. Blessed. That wind was fierce and angry, and it genuinely scared me. Ever hear a million-ton freight train? I can't imagine what it was like to be in the storm's direct path. My heart goes out to all who are rebuilding and waiting.
After the storm hit and the wind stopped roaring, my husband and I decided to carry out our original plan of going to Cape Cod to celebrate our 16th anniversary (yes, we were married on Halloween). The power was out at home, the reservations were made in Eastham, so off we went. Hot showers and clam chowder awaited us--again, lucky.
The Cape was largely unaffected by Sandy, the sun was shining as we pulled into the motel parking lot. And, hello? No one but us? "No Vacancy"--but we'll take a couple of Scanlons. Happiness!
And here's some BOOK NEWS! My editor is DONE and we meet for a final time this week.
I almost can't believe it.
I am in the home stretch.
Here I am with a handsome thoroughbred named Andrew. He decided to smooch on me and blow horsey whispers in my ear as his owner, Sara, gave him a wither scratch.
Andrew was one of my charges many moons ago, and I'd like to think he remembered me. He was so young last time I saw him--and now, he is a Cape Cod pony, breathing in the clean, sea air everyday. That air agrees with him, he is fit, healthy and ready for a brisk gallop on the beach.
Why do I write about horses? Why do I feel compelled to paint them and draw them and fill my days with them? Why horses?
This photograph should answer those questions for you:
Be well, everyone. Hug those you love. Don't be afraid, comfort is close by.
Wuffle.
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