Hurricane Joaquin decided this is also a good time to kick up it's heels and party. Oh my!
William and I arrive at Washington's Dulles Airport late Tuesday afternoon. My parents fly in from their home outside Phoenix, arriving at Dulles about an hour before us. They were sitting at our gate waiting as we walk off the plane. After picking up the rental car William heads toward Richmond just as it is starting to rain. And thanks to Joaquin, rain it does! We see four accidents in our two hour and forty-five minute journey south to the city which was once the capital of the Confederacy.
Wednesday we run errands and have the fun of picking up Mary's wedding dress from the bridal shop. Mary's fiancé George works during the day then comes home and makes dinner for all of us. Yes, he's definitely a great guy.
The afternoon finds William once again behind the wheel in the rain, this time driving to Virginia Beach. Mom, Dad, William and I check into our rooms and then relax a bit waiting for Jim and Sally to arrive. We also meet up with cousins Randy and Sally.
The winds have pick up and the rain is horizontal at times. The closest restaurant is about a block away, so we put on our rain jackets and make a dash. Coming back after dinner Mom is locked arm-and-arm with Dad and Sally, yet the NNE winds gusting up to 30 mph (luckily at out backs) are enough to lift her up and push her along. We all go to sleep listening to the wind and the surf and hoping that Joaquin heads out to sea.