Windy

It was a windy night last night. I hate the wind. I hear it howling outside and the windows shake and sometimes they make a strange moaning noise and the wind tries to push it’s way inside. It keeps me awake. I heard it last night and thought about getting some earplugs, but I didn’t know exactly where they were and didn’t feel like getting up to search for them. That would wake me up too much and then I really couldn’t get back to sleep (not that I could sleep with that wind).

I hear a scraaaaaaaping sound, and know that something of ours is being blown down the driveway. I remembered my cute green watering can that used to be sitting on my porch. Where did that go, for heaven’s sake? Blown away, probably.

This morning, as I opened the door for Megan to go and get on the early bus, I see our little tykes basketball hoop out in the middle of the circle, and a neighbor driving around it. Oh, the embarrassment. When you can’t even contain your kids’ toys in the bounderies of your yard. What a shame.

Oh, and Tina, this picture is for you.

I think if I thought about it long enough I could name at least 10 people in there. Krista, Carolyn A , Ken C., Roy G., Amy G., Matt ?, cindy, Kristine, is that Drew?, and you and me, of course.

Happy 3rd grade reunion.