Vewy Scawy

The other night, Kevin and I were sitting out on our balcony when we heard the sound of wind in the trees by the railroad tracks, about 500 yards from us. It came toward us like the demonic force in the woods in “Evil Dead”, getting louder and louder, until it was roaring, sounding like hail hitting the ground. Then it got silent, Kevin and I looked at each other, and next thing we knew, the tree in front of us was bent almost to the ground and we were getting blasted with an enormous gust of wind. There was no storm, no severe weather alert, although we were both half-expecting to see a funnel cloud off to the side. It was extremely disconcerting.

We probably won’t be spending much time out there after this coming weekend, not because of the Straight-Line Winds Of The Undead, but because of what our last few weeks in Madison will entail. Kevin switches his work schedule to the opposite end of the week and my job ends after this week and (surprise surprise) the temp agency is very un-encouraging about my prospects of short-term work for the next four weeks. This unfortunately means that my stellar husband will have to pick up extra shifts to cover the loss of my paycheck, which means that he’ll be at work or sleeping for most of July, which means I will be handling all things moving-related. Sucky all around, but it’s temporary and before we know it, we’ll be in our new house, running out to the sidewalk to catch a glimpse of Lake Superior any time we want. Good stuff.