Tuesday, December 04, 2007
... a tree fell on our house and busted a hole in our laundry room ceiling. This is true. THIS REALLY HAPPENED. If my Canon weren't busted I'd be posting the photos. If I stuck my hand out of my bedroom window I could break off a twig. FANTASTIC!!! Luckily no one was harmed. None of us were here to witness the spectacle. I tend to hang out in the laundry room a lot more than I'd like to admit. Though this makes me happy, the tenacious tree trunk hanging lifelessly over our kitchen roof does not. Also, the 25 mile winds blowing against its lifeless limbs make me all the more uneasy. The winds tonight have been relentless. I'm positive they're to thank for this warming gift. I better not get crushed while eating my cereal tomorrow morning. When I was greeted with this, I decided to take a drive to the special place I go to at such shiftless times --It isn't really special-- I just wind up there a lot. As I drove to the book store in Delaware the sky started to flurry side ways (again, with the wind). While I enjoy hot weather mostly, there's something completely relaxing about the first snow fall (there was a dusting Sunday morning too). It makes me realize how much I actually don't mind the cold weather even though I really hate it most of the time. I'm also handling the weather much more gracefully this year.
Maybe I'm developing early menopause?
Posted by Sarah at 12:15 AM