Well, it wasn't exactly a perfect storm, but it will do.
I ordered two books that were delivered yesterday. The first, pictured here, is The Wines of the Northern Rhone by John Livingstone - Learmonth and the other was The Billionaire's Vinegar by Benjamin Wallace. The latter has been creating a storm of it's own in the wine world with its 'investigation' of the 1787 Thomas Jefferson Chateau Lafitte bottles. It's ruffling a few feathers so I decided to see what the fuss was about.
The books were delivered while I was out and the postal service tried to put the box between the front door and the storm door. There was quite a bit of wind yesterday afternoon and it was coming from the southwest. The box was a little too large to fit where the postal worker put it so that left an opening for the wind to do strange and terrible things to the storm door. The result of all this was the need for a new storm door today and two very unhappy dogs who will have to content themselves with looking out the window instead of sticking there heads out of the door.
Later in the evening as I was reading notes on Cote Rotie and sipping a Cote du Rhone the severe part of the storm began, and it continued until early this morning. The three witches from MacBeth showed up, Thunder Lightning and Rain, and they brought their uncredited sister Windy with them. Windy destroyed what was left of the storm door.