Springtime in the high desert
April 12, 2018
Alright…Today, we had wild and rampant winds. The kind of winds that blow clay particles through the shuttered windows, and down your shirt if you have to be outside.
This is not windy day at the beach sand. This is red clay. Don’t even try to keep the house clean, and never mind about crawling into clean sheets, even if the bed was made and the top blankets drawn up tight.
Remember those days on the water, when everything on the boat was damp? This is dirt instead of humidity, clamminess, and moisture.
I don’t like it.
And there will be more tomorrow…
… meanwhile, inside the RV … the stench from a malfunctioning sewer lines is blending with the decaying body of poisoned rats decomposing underneath the trailer.
Quite a choice: Open the windows so I have something less repulsive to smell, or keep them closed so I can actually breathe something besides dust.
It’s be quite a day. Quite a day.
Oh! And did I mention that my dogs don’t like the wind, either??
Yes. Snouts everywhere, whining, and scampering about underfoot, or into cupboards and corners trying to keep the mice outside.
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