The Wind Caves Of My Mind.... I'll just Blame It On Global Warming

Today is another fun filled day here in West Texas, with winds that are strong enough to give you a facial peel if you have to get out in it. And frankly, I do need a bit of dry skin sloughing, but I'd rather have it done at a spa, thank you very much.

I mean, we've been waiting since before Thanksgiving for some warmer weather. In fact, I've been praying for it. The problem being that I failed to add the words *no wind* into that prayer. So, we have finally gotten temps up in the 60's, but along with it comes the gusting winds of up to 60 MPH. The same type winds that blew part of our former roof off the house and snapped a tree in half in the backyard. Oh. Yeah. I'm excited, can't you tell?

It can get pretty frightening sitting inside the house, hearing things crash and bang around outside. I don't even want to go look and see what is getting destroyed this time. Perhaps Mr. Wind can just give it to me all at once, when I'm prepared to deal with it. Which is like never.

After spending the entire last week packing things to go out to the storage unit, I drove out to said unit this morning and could barely even keep my car in one lane. And to the people who stared at me as if I were drunk at 9:00 AM I'd like to say, "Fine. You turds jerks all drive Ford F250 trucks, so of course you don't weave in this wind. It's all a matter of perspective. Duh. You have tons of truck weight under your fat asses big behinds, guzzling gas as only Texans can. I, on the other hand, did my part in becoming a little *greener* and now I drive a Toyota 4 Runner. So, conceivably, I might be having trouble staying in my lane due to the fact I don't drive a huge, heavy truck. Seems like a no-brainer to me, but go ahead and stare if you really must."

Anyhoo, as the wind continues to blow and gust, I can feel it making wind caves inside my brain as I write. Before too long, the old brain might even start whistling like the kitchen vents and the front door have been doing today. Yes, it sounds really creepy too. It also renders me unable to do much of anything besides physical labor without the presence of sharp knives or electrical tools of any kind. So, it's back to taking overdoses of allergy medications, snorting Afrin, and packing boxes for me, where I should be safe unless a tree falls over on the house.

I believe I'll just blame it all on Global Warning like all the politicians do..... Even if it was just a big fat fabrication of Al Gore's mind. It's still good for when I need something non-existent to blame things like the weather on. Or maybe I should just blame it all on Al Gore for putting the whole *Global Warming* idea into our heads in the first place. That seems like a much better solution. It's all Al's fault.


Oh, and you might be wondering why I'm packing up boxes when we haven't even got our house on the market yet. Well, according to several real estate websites, the less you have in your home, the easier it will be to sell. So, I'm removing basically half of everything in every single room in the house and stuffing as much as humanly possible into our rented storage unit. However, I'm worried that before I'm done I'm going to have to rent an additional storage unit in order to accommodate. You certainly can accumulate a lot of crap over a period of 24 years...

It's Been A Bit Windy Here... I Still Think It's Windshear From The Alien's House

I can honestly say that the ONLY time I like excessive wind is when I'm sailing on a lake in a sailboat. Period. So, I guess you could say that I don't like wind. That's not to say I don't mind a nice steady wind to blow in and carry my golf ball a bit further now and then. But, I'm really good at cursing the wind when it blows damage into our lives. Today has been a day of damage and I'm very sad about our loss. I'm saddened for anyone who has had to experience these dangerously high winds and their effects throughout the region. I shouldn't be complaining. They had it much worse in Oklahoma. Tornadoes, which scare me to the bone. I've been through plenty of them.

Anyway, all soccer games were cancelled, and frankly, any outdoor activity was wisely cancelled. Air flights were cancelled. Our dinner plans were cancelled. By us. Fine. Call me an old fart, but these winds (with the sandy dirt) are brutal. I have a migraine headache from Hell and none of my allergy medications are cutting it. I think I need Roto-Rooter for my nasal passages. If you don't have allergies anywhere else, you would surely have them here, when the wind blows anyway....




So, my favorite Texas Laurel that stood out by the guest house in back, popped it's top tonight, in the wind. The gusts have been up to 65 mph and just caught it off guard. I'm sure it put up a good fight. I will miss that tree so much!





Unfortunately, it did not die a quick, easy death. There is still some *limbage* left. It looks rather like a huge slingshot with no center. Well, when the carcass of the dead is finally removed. Neighbors beware if I locate a giant rubber band.









This is what our Texas Laurel looked like last summer when Felicia The Fox made one of her appearances. I really loved that tree. *Sniff*






So... I made a quick Beef Pot Pie with leftover beef stew and it looks as if it's going to be quite tasty. I had a couple of ready-made pie crusts in the freezer, so it was a cinch after adding a quick (apparently too quick) egg wash. Wind Schmind.