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mhuzzellI cannot abide a heavy wind. Not a wind like today, with all the little trees and bushes blown halfway upside-down, and smaller plants and grasses just holding their roots for dear life. It's terrible to try to move in it, having to fight all the time just to keep going on your own trajectory -- like you're swimming through the air, but without any of the grace of actual buoyancy. Even inside, it drives me crazy. It gets into my head, whooshing and buzzing around the corners of the house, creeping into all the cracks. I can't concentrate with all this hollow, sibilant, constant but erratic noise rushing around the house all the time. It sets my nerves on edge.
Too, I can't seem to figure this wind out. It's actually fairly common, here, to have these driving winds that go on for hours and often days at a time. But while, back home, a heavy wind was an almost certain indicator of Big storm a-comin' -- or, indeed, simply occured during said storm -- around here it seems to indicate nothing at all. Just that it is windy. I've been trying to figure out the weather patterns here for the last three years, and I am about ready to give up.
I suppose that, despite my 3 years of paying attention to the local weather and learning its ways, something in me is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, in a wind like this. It keeps me uneasy, anyway, and I hesitate to go out lest I get caught in it. Or possibly that's just an excuse for my increasing reclusiveness. It was certainly a factor in my decision not to go to Dundee today, after all, where I had planned to attend a philosophy talk that may or may not have pertained to my dissertation. Then it was all of my reason, having decided against leaving town, not to go to our local campaign group meeting instead. I am spending more and more of my life secluded in my house. And I am okay with that. But I am not sure if I am okay with being okay with that.
Too, I can't seem to figure this wind out. It's actually fairly common, here, to have these driving winds that go on for hours and often days at a time. But while, back home, a heavy wind was an almost certain indicator of Big storm a-comin' -- or, indeed, simply occured during said storm -- around here it seems to indicate nothing at all. Just that it is windy. I've been trying to figure out the weather patterns here for the last three years, and I am about ready to give up.
I suppose that, despite my 3 years of paying attention to the local weather and learning its ways, something in me is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, in a wind like this. It keeps me uneasy, anyway, and I hesitate to go out lest I get caught in it. Or possibly that's just an excuse for my increasing reclusiveness. It was certainly a factor in my decision not to go to Dundee today, after all, where I had planned to attend a philosophy talk that may or may not have pertained to my dissertation. Then it was all of my reason, having decided against leaving town, not to go to our local campaign group meeting instead. I am spending more and more of my life secluded in my house. And I am okay with that. But I am not sure if I am okay with being okay with that.
