In this quaint little town of Pomeroy, the people are friendly, the schools are good and the weather is temperate. It's the perfect small town. Except....
The wind. I think all real estate listings in the county should be required to list "buyer understands that this area has very windy conditions" on the sales agreement.
In the spring, when the sky is blue and the flowers are considering flashing their colors, when one longs to fling one's jacket to the ground and roll in the green grass...forget it. The temperature might be sixty, but the wind chill is 60 below, and you probably can't stay out in the weather, let alone work outside in a t-shirt. I have learned to layer just like I do for snowmobiling. Even then, my hands quickly numb and I have to come inside just to thaw them out so that I can start again.
In our 8 year stretch in Pomeroy, we have lost so much to the wind. Some of the things everyone loses, like garbage cans, buckets, watering cans, boxes...but others might be more surprising. We've lost gates (yes, two of them), very large tree branches (there's nothing like a nice big branch crashing into the roof in the middle of the night to let you know you're alive), and even a greenhouse. During one particularly enthusiastic wind storm, a gust tore my greenhouse from it's frame and flung it all the way around our house. I couldn't lift the carcass (ironic, I know) and had to tear the damned thing up just to get it to the junk pile.
I whine, I whine. But I am getting to my point (really). The wind has been blowing constantly for the past three days. And when I say blowing, I mean that in the kindest, most dynamic sense of the word. It BLOWS and BLOWS. It has been blowing that "tie anything down that you really want to keep" kind of wind. I just thank goodness the trees don't have leaves because they would be in our living room by now.
Yesterday, someone said to me "it breaks you down" in reference to the wind, and I thought she had caught the essence of it. It makes me want to go to bed and wait it out. This must be what depression feels like, waiting and wondering if it will ever end and feeling powerless to make it go away.
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I can relate. Growing up on Big Bear Ridge, I can remember all childish ideas of play being literally blown out of my mind. It was impossible to fight wind with thoughts of fun like sledding or making snowmen or snow angels. It was simply too cold. I quickly learned that I preferred a blanket and a cat nestled in my lap. I quickly learned that wind swallowed electricity. Instead, we built fires, cooked grilled cheese and tuna sandwiches in the fireplace. This time of year definitely teaches the fine art of nestling. And I bet your hot tub time is a goner...:) That's probably some of the depression :)
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