When there's nothing else to blog about, I'll whine about the weather.
We're under a high wind warning all day. Sustained winds of 30-40 mph, with gusts up to 60. Tonight, we're under a freeze warning. Say bye-bye to vegetation, hello to the need for winter coats and gloves -- which our preschooler does not currently own, at least not in a size that fits him.
One perk to this nutty weather is, I am guessing most of the leaves on our trees will be down by tonight, and hopefully most will have blown away so that we won't need to rake much.
The downside: A couple of gusts in the past few minutes have me wondering whether we'll still have a roof by this evening.
My parents wonder where the hell their little girl has decided to settle her family. The last time they were here, we were in the midst of the big flood. They arrived Thursday for their latest visit...and now, they're witnessing frozen pumpkins and near-hurricane-force winds.
They'll have stories to tell their friends for weeks. We do what we can...
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
-- Kin Hubbard, American Humorist and Writer, 1868-1930
Edited to add: And then, at 8 p.m., Sunday, it started snowing. No. Not kidding. Dad pointed his finger at Mom and said, "Not again. We're not traveling anywhere...again!"