Mrs. HM is in self-imposed exile again. Not snow this time. WIND! I hate the wind. I know it's only March 5 as I type this, but I'm tired of March roaring in like a lion.
We have sustained winds of 31 mph all day, with gusts up to 50+. I'm not getting out in that. Aside from the temperature of 30 feeling like 17 degrees, I'm leery of falling. Not that I'm so flimsy that a gust of wind could topple me. I'm no dandelion fluff. It's my balance. One little zephyr can stagger me. I'd hate to think of being surprised by a 50 mph gust. I have no desire to be picking my teeth out of the asphalt of the Gas Station Chicken Store's parking lot.
I'm glad this was The Pony's day off. He even decided to do an appointment online, rather than drive over to Bill-Paying Town in person.
"Just because I don't particularly trust other drivers on the road with 50 mph wind gusts!"
"I worry about trees blowing over on me. And that I'll fall over because of my balance."
"Yeah. Even yesterday I was dodging trash cans and the occasional small limb."
Indeed. Good thing The Pony is not working today. I think my parental helicopter should be grounded in this weather.
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