Now that the holiday season is over (which, for the most part, we didn't participate in), I'm feeling not so jangley and can therefore turn my attentions back to things like blog posts.
This occasion is a good one because the last two days we were subjected to "high winds." Gusts up to 45mph. Now I have always been a fan of "extreme" weather, but given my anxiety over the "auditory hallucination" of the wind aspect concerning a certain winter storm that's not happening (supposedly), it suddenly dawned on me that my wife, Lauren, is afraid of high winds.
As it turned out, I was able to comfort her (as well as the cats) because the winds we were getting weren't the "right" ones. For one thing, although it was accompanied by a good bit of rain, there was certainly no rain "storm." The melody of the winds were wrong because it wasn't cold enough and it was too warm for snow. In fact, for me it was a respite because the real winds prohibitated me from hearing the "other" winds.
And there was a new discovery concerning our pup, Elfie, which was totally unexpected. Here, our mighty fearless "cannibal hunter" dog (who is unphased by loud noises such as thunder and fireworks, who takes no notice of pouring rain she might be standing in, and who loves finding water frozen into ice in various vessels we have throughout out yard so she can pull chunks out and eat them at every opportunity) is afraid of high winds like everyone else in the family but me.
This wind event in no way disturbed me and I rather enjoyed it.
But it's over now... and there is nothing to mask the sound of that other wind that I'm not supposed to be hearing...
