Sister texts to ask:
What does that mean?
Me:
What does what mean?
She:
Unusual weather.
Oh. That. She’d been reading the blog.
Well, if she had asked that question this morning, or last night — especially last night! — I’d have said unusual in the way you’d expect if a very angry God were at the helm fixin’ to clean the slate and start all over again with two of every thing. That kind of unusual. Because since roughly dinner time last night high-speed wind has been cussing through the louvered blinds like the angry breath of He himself. The sky contaminant grey and roiling. Eventually the rain came — All. Night. Long. Happy Wife clutched me beneath the sheets and wouldn’t let go. We half expected to awake staring into the face of two goats or a pair of sheep.
But sister had texted me before the assault when His temper was not so high so I texted back: yeah, it’s a bit wetter than usual today but hopefully by Wednesday it will have gotten it out of its system.
This morning?
Slight change for the better but still there is fury outside. Hasn’t detoured the Gazeboites one bit; the line is twenty deep as I type.
We’re going to head south today to McKenna Beach, in search of gentler breezes.