Our deeply kind daughter and boyfriend are coming over this morning to walk the dogs and give my husband a break. I think my husband has about had it being noble. I feel so helpless. The dogs won't chase balls or get exercise any other way.
We had two nights of high winds and gusts: 65 mph where we are. A ton of trees, branches and other debris has fallen, and we've been picking up stuff from our yard, but don't have any room left for more leaves or sticks. The howling really disturbed our sleep both nights. It's calm this morning, finally. One amazing thing is our big glass globe light out front fell, but directly into a plant in a pot and was unbroken. The pot was barely bigger than the globe, so it was a miracle. Now that I said it was calm the wind has kicked up again. There is a pine tree next door that we worry about falling on my studio, but so far, so good. There is leafy debris on every block and lots of sawing and tree removal.
Wind is scary. I associate it with the Firestorm now, and that is disturbing. And the Chinooks in Colorado were apt to pull your roof off, smash a tree or destroy anything not nailed down. We had to make sure all our animals were in so they wouldn't blow away, except for our horse, which had a one horse barn, but it was pretty rickety. I've seen a lot of damage from wind, and when it shakes the house and the branches screech against your bedroom window, it is not sleep inducing. It's unsettling.
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