I'm glad to hear that you are only dealing with Jeanne's skirts. (That phrases looks odd, now that I see it.) I like the picture of the beach. I've always thought that, given my love of rain and wind and thunderstorms, I'd probably enjoy being on the edge of a hurricane. My pleasure in wind stops when it reaches about sixty miles an hour, though, so I wouldn't want to get too close- and I'm sure I wouldn't appreciate any stray tornadoes, at all!