27 August 04

The Not-Santa-Annas

The Not-Santa-Annas

Hot, dusty winds out of the north is what we had all night and morning, making everyone irritable and crotchety. The cats’ fur is on end; the horses in the paddock across from me at work swish at flies with their tails till they’re blue in the face. If I brush my hair I look like Bozo the clown gone gray and wild.

Bad chi, this is, flying around in an unreasonable way.

We’re supposed to get a hugely hot weekend. I read about people sitting in dripping tents and almost weep with longing.

Posted by at 03:15 PM in Nature and Place | Link |
  1. Everyone except me, I think. San Jose was sweltering today, and even SF was warm. I don’t think I’ve yet recovered from the East coast winters, though: I could soak up this heat for ages.

    But I understand, especially about the hair thing. My own strands are terminally thirsty.

    — Siona    28. August 2004, 00:14    Link

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