When I went to bed last night, our area was under a marine warning. Storms were rolling across Whitefish Bay through Cananada and up to James Bay. We got some rain here but never any kind of severe stuff. But the WIND came UP, which is one of the main reasons the marine warning was issued.

I didn’t really sleep all that well. It happens once in a while. It was a 3P night, which is VERY RARE for me. Usually I stay asleep and don’t notice the “urge”. All of those P incidents involved going outside around the back end of the Lyme Lounge. One of them involved rain. TMI?

Anyway, the wind did come up after we went to bed, which probably contributed to my unrest. In the morning, a beach urchin who was sleeping in the moomincabin reported some kind of thud or crash in the middle of the night. We live under a canopy of HUGE pine trees here but no one could figger out if a tree had fallen or not…

That mystery had not been solved before she and npJane hit the road for The Planet Ann Arbor this morning (miss them) but as they were mustering to leave, a tree fell on the dog “kennel” in the pic. The Commander obtained this kennel when my brother’s dogs would still visit here after he died and at that point the dogs were kind of a nuisance. The dog kennel didn’t work out all that well for those dogs and they are long dead but the dog kennel is still here. To be clear, I did love my brother’s dogs and I could make them mind. They were not bad dogs. Still, I am glad we don’t have dogs here any more. I love dogs but I haven’t owned one as an adult. Again, I am a one dog woman even on a three dog night.

Just the other day, the GG and I were discussing how to get rid of the goddamn dog kennel. Sell it? Donate it? My favorite option to get rid of things is to donate. But now I guess we just have to figger out how to get it to the dump. Not the Green Bag Dump, the Real Dump. Maybe the RegenAxes can remind us where that dump is. Or the GG will just use his excellent spidey sense dump-finding skills to locate it. Of course we would have to get the cFam Trash Trailer up here to transport it. It’s okay. We’ll manage it.

A little later, the GG was out in the moomingarage building a bench for the North Country Trail and the cousin-neighbor to the east of us drove by our “ice cream/beer shop”. The crash/tinkling noise the beach urchin heard in the middle of the night was one of his doors rattling around enough in the wind such that a window pane fell out. We have the same doors here and as I watched my front door rattle around today, I hustled over to pull it totally shut.

The pic is Mr. Chainsaw. To be clear, he *is* certified as a sawyer. I still went out there to spot him albeit I was a bit late.

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