I see no purpose in wind. Rain, snow; I "get" that, we need water. I even get cold; it hardens The Crevice against the evils of summer bugs and rattlesnakes, not to mention it makes you appreciate, make that, worship, Summer like the goddess she is.
Maybe if energy was wind-dependant it would help. Then I could rejoice and indulge in all the "free" surplus. Today, I'd go around and plug stuff in... heaters, to warm my bones, and lights to brighten this gloomy, windy day. You probably guessed; our stretch of calm sunny days and gentle temperatures have come to a screeching halt.
Wind is an awful thing, especially when the bottom falls out of the old window thermometer. Currently, it reads a "balmy" 10 degrees, but a quick step out onto the deck reveals that it's really 20 below zero, according to my body... which is more accurate than mercury any old day. Add a stinging horizontal ground blizzard and, voila, you have a perfect recipe for being quarantined indoors, chained to the armchair, and disgruntled to the point of being "snippy" with the only person in the whole wide world who can tolerate your ass. Will someone please give me a purpose for wind!
Evidently, I wasn't "disgruntled" enough; I just had to bring up the weather forecast. Awful, just awful. Insult to injury, the deep freeze is plunging south... all the way to my "happy places," which might have us postponing our Snowbird Escape to Arizona. Poor Goldie, she's going to be so pissed for leaving her to die in Saint George. It has been single digit lows there with 20's for highs! We might as well have brought her home. Not much golf getting played in St. Geo this winter.
So excuse my whining. At least I am indoors by a good fire. Feet are warm, and the house is not rockin' in the wind like some of the RV's out there. If you are in Quartzsite, you have my deepest sympathy (sign of the cross), for the only thing worse than being trapped in one's house in the wind is being trapped in an RV in the wind. We will see if Monday's departure gets pushed back a few days. Looks like I was a tad premature on that Blog Header photo, eh?
Now let's finish up Red Mountain Town.
|A "snow-snake" clings like a boa constrictor to the eves of an old mine shack|
|Room with a view...|
|Cubby holes, shadows and light|
|Snow on slats|
|Black and white Bobbie|
|Bobbie and Aspen...|
|Someone used to live there|
|Time bends all things|
|A better view awaits trusting souls|
|Standing on the edge, at the top of a "run," snow fractures behind me and "gives" a little. Yikes.|
|Yankee Girl... not as straight as she once was, but still standing|
|Tamara, Aspen and Bobbie|
|Aspen the Snow Dog|
|A Mine Shack I could live in... just a mile out of Red Mountain Town.|
Always did prefer to live "out of town."
|Just needs a little fixing up|