Today was trash day. I went outside to find every trash can on the block blown into the middle of the street. I did my good deed and returned them to their rightful driveways.
No one really messes with a hairdo here. There is no point. The wind does it for you. I guess we are lucky, we never fell victim to that dreadful big hair of the south. We have the wind to thank for that.
Expensive umbrellas? A waste. Every umbrella I ever owned was torn apart and completely turned inside out by the Oklahoma wind.
My brother called today.
He lives on the other side of the state.
The converstation went something like this ...
Me: Hello Little Brother(!).
Little Brother: How ya doin', sister Michelle?(!)
I use exclamation points because we are a loud, goofy family.
Me: Pretty good(!). What are you up to?(!)
Little Brother: Oh, I had to take a horse to the vet today and now I'm just settin here, doin' nothin', starin' at the Oklahoma prairie.
Me: Sure is windy(!).
At this point I must add that my brother and I live on opposite sides of the state. But if it is windy at my house, it is windy at his. Like the song says, the wind comes sweeping down the plain.
Little Brother: Well, at least the chickens aren't blowing yet.
Me confused: Chickens blowing?
Brother: Yeah, one time a storm picked up and it blew so hard that the chickens went tumbling across the yard like tumbleweeds - so now that's our wind gage. If the chickens aren't blowing, we know it's not too bad.
Me, Chuckling: Poor Chickens(!).
Brother: Only in Oklahoma(!).
Me: I think there's a redneck joke somewhere in that.
This is little Jerry Seinfeld. He has a girlfriend named Elaine.
Poor Jerry was eaten by coyotes.
One day my husband came home and I told him, Honey(!), Jerry Seinfeld died.
Husband was clearly upset, Oh, no(!).
Not the actor, I said, The chicken.
Husband looked perturbed.
He should be used to it by now. Only a family as nutty as ours would name their chickens after TV personalities.
My brother also has a rather amorous rooster named Bill Clinton.
And two goats - Bert and Ernie.
My seven year old nephew named them.
... and they wonder why we call this place the Funny Farm.
6 comments:
Poor chickens blowing in the wind!
Thanks for visiting my blog about horseback riding. I noticed on your profile that we like some of the same things -- including 84 Charing Cross Road. Have you read "The Guernsey Potato Peeling Pie and Literary Society"? I may have gotten that name wrong -- but it's close enough. I loved that book.
Hey Proud Italian Cook:
Glad you stopped by. I was jut thinking about visiting your blog. I need a recipe for Vegetarian Lasagna. What vegetables do you use?
Elaine:
Always nice to meet an 84 Charing comrade. It is one of my all time favorite books - and you don't run into too many people who have read it, much less heard of it. I've seen this book you mentioned, but sorry to say I haven't read it. I'm putting it on my list "to read" right now.
Thanks!
I love this!
I hate wind. It is also always windy here in central Illinois, where there is nothing to block the relentless force. Last week was exceptionally horrible though and so I had to look up which States might have less. Illinois was up there in the windy zone. There are so few days without wind here that I have actually been known to note them on the calendar as "A Calm Day", because it's something really special to me.
I do not have hair that holds up well in wind. It looks beautiful otherwise, but add wind and I instantly look like a scarecrow.
Thankfully we don't have chickens ☺
Hello Linda -
Yes, Illinois, especially Chicago, is notorious for being windy. That's so fun that you note the non-windy days on a calendar. Good idea!
Actually downstate Illinois is far windier than Chicago, lol. I know - since I grew up in the Chicago area but have lived downstate for 14 years (yikes) and I hate the wind down here. There is nothing to stop it - just flat farmland. Why am I living here?? I ask that question at least once a week.
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