I'm from farther north but just finished The Worst Hard Time: The Untold Story of Those Who Survived the Great American Dust Bowl by Timothy Egan so I've got quite a picture of that one street town in my head. Hope you had a great stay in Oklahoma!
I hope you feel much better fast, and stay that way--and that you don't get blown away!!!
Thanks for the Benedryl tip! I get migraines at times (in spite of the medication I take to prevent them), and I always end up throwing up. You may not be a doctor, but I trust you!
Thanks for putting a picture of Woody in this, too! He's such a cool dog ❤️❤️
I’m so sorry you’re sick!! Congratulations on getting there. I hope the whiteout turns into beauty and not something cold and scary. I hope you have sweet dreams and the Muse visits when she’s ready.
Oh man, what a shitty start to your writing retreat. Sounds like what you need to weight your pockets down with is a few handfuls of Benadryl. Hope the rest of the week is everything you're hoping for!
It’s a white out now. We went next door to make sure I knew how to work the propane heater in case we lost power and he did celebratory zoomies out in this mess. He thinks it’s terrific.
I mean, I think I’d really love that, too, but I’m snow-starved here in Cali. I’m glad you have heat and each other and I hope you stay warm and tethered to the earth and that you feel a lot better tomorrow 🤍 As for Woody, I’m glad he’s having a blast, my last dog used to love the snow so much.
I’d love it if it weren’t coming inside. It’s still kinda cool, in a snowicane sort of sense. He’s just trying to prove he’s a husky. We get inside and he wants to sleep on the bed because it’s cold down there. (Obviously he’s on the bed)
Wind is good for stories. When I was a toddler my parents were grad students in Colorado. Big winds came one night and blew open the front door. I went for a walk. According to legend, an older woman driving to early church found me walking the sidewalk in my footie pajamas. She was able to get me to direct her back to my house where she roused my parents by returning me. The exhausted and panicked parents fixed the deadbolt on the house.
Loved your story. Within moments I viscerally feel the wind, hear the door, and am alongside you and Woody. The old adage “wish I could be a fly on the wall” fits perfectly as I feel like that in this story. I also want you to be well, find what you need to write how you want to write, and many Woody moments.
Yes! The Chinook winds! It can get really super windy in February and March here in Colorado. A friend in Boulder had her living room window broken by it one year. When I was around 9 I went out to play in the huge gusts with a friend. We though it was hilarious to be buffeted about - I think the main point of the game was to see how long we could stay standing or walking! That is funny and also totally scary that you went for that walk in that wind, as such a little kid!
I like your writing so much. Especially about places you visit. And OF COURSE Woody. And the people you meet. And the small observations (wind. rocks.) that the rest of us miss. Yup, that pretty much covers it. I know you don't care to hear gushy fanfare, but I had to say it anyway. Best wishes finishing your book. I will buy it the day it comes out.
I saw a movie about a woman and a dog and the wind in Kansas. She came back with a story. You probably will, too.
I'm from farther north but just finished The Worst Hard Time: The Untold Story of Those Who Survived the Great American Dust Bowl by Timothy Egan so I've got quite a picture of that one street town in my head. Hope you had a great stay in Oklahoma!
Oh, no. Hope the stomach upset goes away soon. So you can do whatever it is that you need to do.
I used to be such a puny little kid that grownups were always telling me to put rocks in my pockets.
They don’t help. The rocks just make it harder to walk in a 60 mph wind.
Please don't blow away.
I hope you feel much better fast, and stay that way--and that you don't get blown away!!!
Thanks for the Benedryl tip! I get migraines at times (in spite of the medication I take to prevent them), and I always end up throwing up. You may not be a doctor, but I trust you!
Thanks for putting a picture of Woody in this, too! He's such a cool dog ❤️❤️
I’m so sorry you’re sick!! Congratulations on getting there. I hope the whiteout turns into beauty and not something cold and scary. I hope you have sweet dreams and the Muse visits when she’s ready.
Oh man, what a shitty start to your writing retreat. Sounds like what you need to weight your pockets down with is a few handfuls of Benadryl. Hope the rest of the week is everything you're hoping for!
Your wind story was fire.
Ugh I’m so sorry you started off sick. Hope you’re able to trust your stomach by tomorrow. ❤️
I once told my adult kid to put rocks in his pockets & I got one of those sly (entertain the elderly) smiles. You’re ok not using it.
Ugh I’m so sorry, Lauren, what a rough beginning. I hope you feel better quickly. And I know Woody won’t let you blow away :) Hugs
It’s a white out now. We went next door to make sure I knew how to work the propane heater in case we lost power and he did celebratory zoomies out in this mess. He thinks it’s terrific.
I mean, I think I’d really love that, too, but I’m snow-starved here in Cali. I’m glad you have heat and each other and I hope you stay warm and tethered to the earth and that you feel a lot better tomorrow 🤍 As for Woody, I’m glad he’s having a blast, my last dog used to love the snow so much.
I’d love it if it weren’t coming inside. It’s still kinda cool, in a snowicane sort of sense. He’s just trying to prove he’s a husky. We get inside and he wants to sleep on the bed because it’s cold down there. (Obviously he’s on the bed)
Went without saying, haha. I hope you guys snuggle and stay warm all night!
We are south texas, but would welcome you here. I hope you find calm and safety.
And it is very windy here tonight.
Little bit.
Great Woody shot.
He’s a photogenic boy.
Wind is good for stories. When I was a toddler my parents were grad students in Colorado. Big winds came one night and blew open the front door. I went for a walk. According to legend, an older woman driving to early church found me walking the sidewalk in my footie pajamas. She was able to get me to direct her back to my house where she roused my parents by returning me. The exhausted and panicked parents fixed the deadbolt on the house.
Loved your story. Within moments I viscerally feel the wind, hear the door, and am alongside you and Woody. The old adage “wish I could be a fly on the wall” fits perfectly as I feel like that in this story. I also want you to be well, find what you need to write how you want to write, and many Woody moments.
Yes! The Chinook winds! It can get really super windy in February and March here in Colorado. A friend in Boulder had her living room window broken by it one year. When I was around 9 I went out to play in the huge gusts with a friend. We though it was hilarious to be buffeted about - I think the main point of the game was to see how long we could stay standing or walking! That is funny and also totally scary that you went for that walk in that wind, as such a little kid!
I like your writing so much. Especially about places you visit. And OF COURSE Woody. And the people you meet. And the small observations (wind. rocks.) that the rest of us miss. Yup, that pretty much covers it. I know you don't care to hear gushy fanfare, but I had to say it anyway. Best wishes finishing your book. I will buy it the day it comes out.
"Don’t kill your husband. Unless he has it coming." Sage advice.
We had the same big wind issue down here near Abilene. Wobble didn't like the door blowing open, either.