By Bob Walsh
As I write this, somewhat after midnight on Sunday
morning. there is a hell of a wind storm blowing here. No rain but LOTS
of wind. It was actually hard to walk to my car this evening. Worse I
ever remember it in my 33 years here. Garbage cans bouncing down the
road. Tree branches. Occasional trees. A chunk of my back yard fence
is pretty much horizontal. Fortunately the wind turbine ventilators on
my roof have not launched themselves. Yet. I am not looking forward to
the idea of climbing on my roof in a storm to bag the stacks. I am way
too old for that shit. Did it once 20 years ago when one of them
started screaming like a banshee in the night when the bearing went out
on it. Got up at dawn to tape it down and bag it up.
Fortunately
I have no tall trees in my yard or even near to my house. I may lose
some shingles but I do not want have a large tree trying to land in bed
with me in the middle of the night.
1 comment:
In 2007 we were living in Santa Rosa for a 3 month contract. Nice city. A storm blew in and trees fell down all over the place. I have lived near the coast most of my life, but I never saw as much daily fog as there was in Santa Rosa. It was spooky.
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