Blowing in the Wind
I’ve mentioned the fact that we live in an area that has the
potential to be crazy windy. This past week was proof. In fact, I will tell you
this amazing report: Wednesday it was so
windy that Sky Harbor International Airport clocked it at 52 MPH.
Nothing to sneeze at-unless of course you are a member of my
family, then that’s all you seem to do in between blowing your nose.
Not that we all didn’t have allergies of the pollen kind in
good ol’ Orange County; we did, just not to the degree we have here. Even Pepper (our 10-1/2 year old tabby) seems
to be having quite the problem-and he’s a 100% indoor cat! Poor dear is sneezing his head off numerous
times during the day AND the night.
In fact, he got me good (warning: major “EW” factor) the other day. He’s been pretty cuddly lately, even staying
on my lap before Lucky (our 2 year old Chihuahua) snuggles down for a nap-but
this day he couldn’t just enjoy a nap.
Nope, the little guy was totally asleep when he woke up,
looked up at me with his huge green eyes and did IT: He sneezed, 5 times, in my face. Gross!
Then he closed his eyes and actually thought I’d let him go back to his
Lucky looked up and thought going back to her nap was on the
docket as well. Both were not happy when
the foot rest on my La-Z-Boy went down with a rather noisy thump and I got
up. They stared at me in disbelief and
followed me into the bathroom and watched me wash my face.
Just writing this has me wincing.
I couldn’t be too mad at them, it wasn’t a planned
attack. Also, Steve has been teasing me
for at least a month about the 5 big boxes of tissues I’ve emptied. He sneezes but doesn’t seem to go through
even ½ as many as I do. Then there are
the kids and the grandkids. Poor Dylan,
just walking to the mailbox with me is a futile event that requires him walking
with the tissue box close at hand. Aidan
just looks bleary eyed.
Little Lucky hates that wind! At 6.4 pounds you can only imagine what a
feat it is for her to do her business (somehow she always holds up her two hind
legs and balances on the front two) without serious injury!
Thank goodness the weather reports are predicting the gales
with demote themselves down to about 6-10 MPH by the time you read this
blog-otherwise life around here might
just become what Bob Dylan predicted, “The answer my friend is blowing in the