Last night, with a sky that looked like impending doom, and a wind that literally blew me down the street, I went and got groceries. And struggled my way, against the wind, up the hill home. It actually was kind of fun. There was no rain. But the wind was a formidable opponent.
The only really dangerous thing I had to deal with, in terms of Hurricane Isabel, was being dive-bombed from above by falling chestnuts.
One of them hit me on the noggin. I thought it was a bolt from the blue, I thought it was an invisible lightning strike, I shrieked as though I had been electrocuted. Then I saw the shiny hard chestnut rolling on the sidewalk. Like an idiot, I stood and contemplated it for a moment. I love chestnuts. And in that moment, 5 more came hurtling down from the tree and pummeled me about the head and neck.
And that was my experience with the Category 2 gale.
Oh, and since today is Talk Like a Pirate Day, I say about the wind: THAR SHE BLOWS!
I'm descended from a female pirate, by the way.
Grace O'Malley, The Dark Lady of Doona has a descendant living in the imaginary hamlet of Weehagawken who known as
S H E I L A OF D O O P
I'm mightly impressed, arh arh
the chesnuts were a warning and a prophecy
I like that.
"The chestnuts were a warning and a prophecy." I may have to use that someday in a story.
Posted by: red at September 20, 2003 11:04 AMYou will have to get written permission from my agent/lawyer first. I am considering using it as lyrics in a song that could possibly be performed by an entertainer who is under contract to Sony and represented by the RIAA.
You'll understand I'm sure...
ROTFLMAO