I have been working a lot this past few weeks, and really should be planning my one week holiday at my camp, in an exclusive gated community on the southern seacoast of Maine, a lovely wooded site, as well as planning my one week on the road NOT chasing a Famous Rock Band, as I sometimes do get there first.

But I digress. I have had feelings of doom and gloom for several weeks now. Ever since I left my flooded basement back in March to go to Nashville for the 4th of 10 concerts by the same Band in one month, I have been plagued by feeling like the entire world's future hinges on me.

I leave a flood, go to Nashville, and then they get a flood. I plan to drive my car, my friend accidently dents my car, see? I am the center of the universe.

So, I wanted to go to above stated gated summer holiday community earlier this week, pack the cats, and commute to work, thus extending my holiday by a few hours, but the chiropractor, Dentist, and hair solon and a trip to Walmart with my Mother occupied the time I had free, so here I mope at home.

I receive a scary text this thursday afternoon. Bad Storm just blew thru, and there was damage, and it involved one of my trees.

Just missed everything, landing where my car would have been parked, should I have had the day off, but I was luckily at work.

No one was hurt, but the top of the large white pine landed on someone elses camp, destroying it.

Photos both courtesy of MaryH, who notified me of this tragic event,
My heart breaks for the family that owns this, and especially for the little boys who love their camp. A camp almost thirty years old, four generations of use, gone with a gust, and a downpour.

No one was hurt.

I am still looking forward to my summer holiday, but with a heavy heart, how can I have fun when this is what I will see out my front window?

Life goes on.