More wind...

[alexpgp]

The wind was apparently taking a break last night when I was posting, because shortly after shutting down my machine and going upstairs, the howling began anew and didn't stop until the morning. The sound effects were a little unsettling, as I expected to hear the sound of something ripping off the house.

There was only the slightest sprinkling of snow on the ground when we awoke, which is not all that unusual (it's not unusual to see significant, if short-lived, snowfall in April in these parts). As expected, it all disappeared by mid-afternoon, though it's hard to tell how much melted and how much was blown away by that deucedly persistent wind.

Some small quantity of work came in at the crack of dawn and was dealt with quickly. Afterward, I got reacquainted with the procedure for putting something up for sale on eBay, and marveled at the patience of those who do it—or try to—for a living.

Work finally picked up in the afternoon, with the arrival of a 17,000 source word document.

Now we're cooking with gas!

Cheers...

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[furzicle.livejournal.com]

My parents built a cabin on a hill overlooking the Antelope Valley near Lancaster. The only place windier than the desert is a hill above the desert. We typically visited the place with a whole slew of some 19 family members. It was always quite hot and still in the summer and alarmingly cold and hurricane-like in the winter. We heated the place with a cast iron "volcano" (name brand) stove. At night when we went to bed it became quiet enough that we had little to listen to other than the wind-except of course for my dad's snoring and the dogs' scratching!

The cabin was a large single room with a loft. The entire thing would creak and groan in the never-ending onslaught of wind. This would be punctuated occassionally by mournful howls of coyotes.

I kind of liked it.