although i am currently unable to click my heels together, the wind at the dog park today was so incredibly violent i was reminded of my time living in stereotypically windy places, like kansas and chicago. i wasn't sure if i was going to be sucked into a vortex and dropped in oz or thrown into the side of a sky scrapper. [i realize that chicago isn't referred to as the windy city because of wind. my home town does have quite the history of crooked politicians - but that doesn't change the fact that it is, indeed, incredibly windy]. yesterday, as i drank my way through oskar blues, chicagoans were enjoying one of the last beautiful days of the season. today, however, my mother informs me that the winds sweeping over the midwest are the strongest on record for the last 70 years. wow. and me without my kite.
out here on the front range things are shakey. seriously. the walls in my living room are making horrifying noises and the fireplace sounds like it's wailing in pain. take it easy mr. fireplace, i feel your agony. i too understand the difficulties in standing up against the elements. as i wobbled toward the far end of the park to clean up after rico, [this act always makes me feel as though i am the pet and he is the owner. i mean really, he's running around with his doggie park friends and i'm gimping after him scooping up his shit. i know he doesn't have opposable thumbs and he is unable to do this for himself, but i swear i saw a condescending grin on his slobbery face as he galloped off to inappropriately sniff the unsuspecting labrador.] the wind almost took me down. i could barely stand on my foot!
don't get me wrong - i love, love, love colorado and, quite literally, the view from my couch - but fighting the strength of the weather today made me long for the simplicity of the city. you know, little things we take for granted. like elevators.
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