Today, we awoke to the hissing sound of violent wind. Upon looking outside, we soon found not only violent wind, but a pink sky. We wanted to go to a coffee shop for a bit this morning. Just leaving the house was an ordeal...you gotta make sure there is absolutely nothing on your lips that dirt will stick to then you gotta put on your shades (event though it isn't sunny outside) because you do, in fact, run the risk of something flying into your eye at 40 mph...who would want that to be the reason they went blind. Then you gotta get out the door and run really fast to get into your car. Now this can sometimes be challenging because the gale-force winds can make it very difficult for one to get the door to the house locked and then the car door opened without something going terribly wrong...like your car door flying off. One must keep their head about them, staying focused during all aspects of the procedure. If all goes well, you can reach your car with minimal dirt caked to your lips or in yours eyes and nose, your car door still attached to the car, and still resembling what you looked liked when you last looked in the mirror.
By the way, we made it to the coffee shop and had an enjoyable time listening to some great live jazz. If you ever come visit us, we will take you to our coffee shop...and hopefully you will not have to experience a Lubbock dust storm.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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4 comments:
That's great! We had pretty bad wind yesterday and the skin was a dirty orange color. It made me think I was Dorothy and the tornado had dropped me back in Lubbock!
Oh, how we miss Lubbock! Not necessarily the wind, but the city. Good luck with your doors and all! :)
Holly
I too remember the Lubbock breeze with a rather odd fondness. No, I actually no fondness. I was thinking of something else. Its brutal and your writing was a great description. Going out involves determination and a prayer. May God be with you as you lean forward to stand upright.
You all can say what you want, but I love dust storm days. While camping this weekend during our dust storm in Dallas, I purposely went out into the storm. I am amazed by them and have an odd attraction to them, flying doors and all!
Justin
Dallas skies had the coloring and haziness of a good ole' Lubbock dust storm...but we bypassed the grit in all facial orifices! Maybe justin got a little too much grit in his head once...might explain a lot.
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