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Mar. 11th, 2008 05:16 pmThat was not quite as bad as I expected. Not good, no, but not quite so bad as I'd feared.
Of course, I came home and fell into bed for two hours, so tomorrow will probably be worse. Ah, well. This is good practice.
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The sky, as of this writing, looks like steel with hints of ice-blue showing through. The wind picks things up and skitters them around the road: packaging, last night's torn for-sale signs, the detritus of overturned bins. When the wind dies down, you notice the chill even more.
I'm really glad that the trees in the back garden, all two of them, are floppy, bendy youngish willows, and not something old and rigid and maybe weakened enough to go CRASH!, like the ones around the place I lived where I was younger. (Seriously. Twice the driveway - it was a fairly long driveway, with some fairly old trees - was blocked by treefalls after winds this high.)
Back to the mines for me.
Of course, I came home and fell into bed for two hours, so tomorrow will probably be worse. Ah, well. This is good practice.
#
The sky, as of this writing, looks like steel with hints of ice-blue showing through. The wind picks things up and skitters them around the road: packaging, last night's torn for-sale signs, the detritus of overturned bins. When the wind dies down, you notice the chill even more.
I'm really glad that the trees in the back garden, all two of them, are floppy, bendy youngish willows, and not something old and rigid and maybe weakened enough to go CRASH!, like the ones around the place I lived where I was younger. (Seriously. Twice the driveway - it was a fairly long driveway, with some fairly old trees - was blocked by treefalls after winds this high.)
Back to the mines for me.
