An excess of breeze
We are having a windy day, up here near the Point. Windier than usual. Rough up here with the similarity to the hurricane a few months back. No shingles in the air, but I suspect our family suffers from simple PTSD. Post tropical storm dementia. We are watching the trees to determine the prevailing wind direction, and trying to figure out why it is coming from all quarters. The noise suppression headphones are in use, and I even went downstairs to check if anything excessive was taking place. That waterfall sound (in the sump hole is proof that we aren’t into deep-freeze weather just yet.
Should a bit of wind cause worry? Or discomfort? We depend on a big truck to stop by, once a week, to tip our bins. Unless, like today, the wind gets there first. The black cart tipped, without losing its load, so it has come into relative safety in the garage. I’ll hand on to our stuff for two more weeks, and if the bin gets overfull, we have sacks. Never had to do the “secondary” yet, but times are changing.
On a different note, one of my neighbours has passed away. We went to school together, he was a cousin, and although we didn’t “hang around” together, he will be missed. I don’t have many people in that mile wide circle.
Anything else of note? Not really. The weekend is at hand, even though I have no intentions to get out and about. I still remember when the pause between work and work was important.
