"This Afternoon: A 40 percent chance of showers. Cloudy, with a high near 42. Windy, with a west wind around 34 mph, with gusts as high as 55 mph."
55 mph! If I wanted 55 mph winds I'd move to Fargo! The projections go on pretty much the same for the next few days. At some point the wind becomes oppressive, like someone leaning on you continuously. I'm about at that point. The point where I snap. Snap like a old bur in the wind. Or breeze rather.
We're getting deep into day three of the Great Midwest Windstorm, with at least two more to go. Our house sits on the crest of a hill facing west toward the lake. When the leaves abandon the trees in autumn it leaves us a little naked and exposed to the elements. There is nothing between here and the Dakotas to slow the wind down. Normally a little breeze is nice. It moves the air and plays our windchime trio. The windchimes are three different sizes to give us a full range of tones. The largest are bass gongers, approximately three foot tubes about 2 1/2" in diameter. With the winds at 30 or 40 mph they were really cranked up. It's was a little intense, almost the very definition of cacophony. The night-before-last I finally got up in the middle of the night, put on my bunny slippers, and ventured out into the teeth of the witch wind to disable the sonofabitches.
Enough about the *f;&$#@g weather for a while. Could be worse, Duluth got 7" of snow with it too. And I'm guessing Doug rode his bike to work anyway.