Aggravation

The wind sounds different when there are no leaves on the trees.

Yesterday was one of those days that had me thinking about warmth and sunshine and calmness. My thoughts drifted to the changing seasons and how moving from the comfortable early- and mid-Fall—as abnormal as it might have been—to temps that have fallen off a table as winter approaches is mostly undesirable.

I sat in the house yesterday and swore at the wind. I found myself muttering obscenities under my breath, because it was relentless, finding its way into the house through the basement windows and every tiny crack and imperfection in the siding and insulation. I hate wind. It has a grating, deterrent effect on me. There’s a significant difference between a gentle breeze out of the southwest and a gale force howl out of the northwest, the latter being what’s on our plate from now until sometime in May.

I was grateful each time I’d hear the click of the thermostat, which meant the oil burner was kicking in and it would be getting warm for a few minutes. But on a windy day like yesterday, it didn’t take long for the chilliness to seep in.

Wow. I’m a real ray of sunshine sometimes.