Night was going smoothly, husband cooks dinner, I'm on my second glass of wine, etc. An hour ago, my cell phone rings with a local number. We have our house listed, so I'm going against normal protocols and answering any call that comes in.
Me: Hello?
Caller: Hi... my name is Heather, and I live across the canal from you.
Me: Hi, Heather!
Heather: Sweetie, your dock is floating away.
We race through the yard to the water and sure enough, thar she blows, about 20 yards from her resting place. While we didn't get much rain at our house, apparently the water levels are super high and the dock's iron loops rose above the pillars around which they normally rest.
Some quick thinking got us to get out our kayak and send Mr. YSR out in it to loop an electrical cord (couldn't find rope on such short notice) through the loops so we could rein her back in. We then spent the next 45 minutes affixing pieces of 2x4 to the tops of the pillars to make them taller.
Worth mentioning that
I'm extremely sensitive to the no-see-ums in our backyard, especially down at the waterfront, and will be sure to have no fewer than 60 bites in the morning. I get 20 or so just while passing through that area quickly on the mower.
So, GMTAN, back to
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