It's windy today and slightly cool, and I was waxing nostalgic for Oklahoma. Yes, that's right. Wind in the desert, however, is slightly different. It has the consistency of sandpaper. So while it is tousling your hair and wreaking havoc with the lawn ornaments, it is also abrading the very skin from your bones.
It hasn't rained yet, although it's supposed to. I should tarp the rocking lawn bench we looted from the neighbour's trash. I'm sanding it down with high hopes. Probably oughtn't let it get wet.
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I meant to thank you for dooce's blog! Very funny and real and provacative and...you get the picture.
I understand your feeling of nostalgia for a place you once lived. Even if you felt you didn't really like it when you were there (although you did so much trailing that I think I can understand completely).
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