Won’t be a day to a day to pull a trailer … said my sis to me last eve when i told her about my idea to drive to Bandelier to camp. Turned out I spent the day inside the old trailer, with wind howling, pulling down big limbs from our tall elms, causing the view to Sandia Crest to disappear behind brown-gray curtain. Too windy to take that walk I wanted – no searching for Coyote sign by the river. White circles covered the path: Apricot petals. Loose tiles were flipped, tables were tossed. Sparrows and Doves perched around the feeders, they too seemed caught in a limbo like me. Hard to have a warm spring day at home and not be able to be outside, however – Gusty does not play nice.
'Gusty' by Tulsa meteorologist Don Woods - cartoon I grew up seeing the channel 8 weatherman draw
C.C.
Color of Sand 
Nothing like gusty winds to spoil a sunny day. The good news is that they clear out the junk in the air taking it off to who knows where.
Yes, movement of air does clear junk, though up here in the high chaparral it also stirs up the loose ground. It has a way of tidying, too — all those nice dried weeds are in neat piles up against fences or piled against dead trees in the river bosque – it’s no joke. And last fall my sis was very grateful to the wind for piling up her leaves for her.
Saw and started your good post about rice – so appreciated – and will be over soon.
It was a much calmer day today, thank goodness, but way colder!
Gusty winds. Obscuring your view. I’ve camped at Bandelier. Quite diverse. Desert, then that stream that runs through the ruins. I like your cartoon. Images like that say a lot, don’t they? Your family is near? Your sister? My daughter is in Lubbock and has been with me at Bandelier. The day here is cool and clear. I read also you watched Tulsa TV? Goodness, that’s like me in Amarillo watching Amarillo TV. I like the local color and reporters.
Cirrelda, I hope all is well.
Hey there Jack,
Your questions reflect how blog posts reveal the details of daily life — yes, my sis lives here too. Yes, grew up in Tulsa. As I wrote about the wind not being nice, I remembered the cartoon, which in turn led me to find out more about the meteorologist Bob Woods. I like the style of his drawing.
We had a meteorologist here in Burque, too, who would do his own drawing on the weather map – Howard Morgan. Folks whose profession mixed science and art – :) We also had meteorologist George Fishbeck here in Burque who was infamous for his fun science lessons and visits to his front yard weather instrument array during the weathercast. What do you remember about Amarillo weathercasters? And for that matter, how are Abilene’s these days? Any creative/committed ones currently?
Thanks for checking in. Hope all is well with you, too.
Cirrelda
I like your post title, “Yard log.” Good.
Today I get to saw some logs in my yard – the ones that fell a week ago … :)
Towing in the wind makes life interesting. I once owned an old 1956 International milk truck that i retrofitted into a camper and drove it cross country. It was about as aerodynamic as a box of Velveeta cheese. Got caught in some 60 mph winds in Kansas and it damned near turned the vehicle over. Got me to Colorado and beyond, but it never made it home. But that would be another story.
The image of a Velveeta box driving down the road is very clear — a tossed box in any wind. Like a box of crackers. Oh what a cool vehicle that must have been, though – I do so appreciate the interior spaces of old delivery trucks. An International, no less. Our neighbors have an International wagon for sale on Craig’s list and it’s getting lots of calls they say. You have a full hopper of road trip tales, eh?
Thanks for coming here to read my sparse sharings.
-Cirrelda
Oh, my. Velveeta. When it used to come in those balsa wood boxes, my mother used the sliding, removable lid as her paddle of choice. It only got applied to my rear end a couple of times, as I recall, but it inspired terror. I think the was the noise of the ‘thwack” more than the physical pain. ;)
Windy here this past week, too. It’s been wreaking havoc with my work, in the strangest way. I’m trying to finish up a boat down in Galveston, but it’s a big one, moored beam-on to the winds. They’ve been so strong they’ve pushed it too far from the dock for me to board. So, until the wind dies, no work – at least on that boat.
This time of year, I don’t mind the southerlies, though. When the wind switches to the north, the pollen is terrible, just as it is in January-February when the cedars are fully active. Always something in this world!
I did not know Velveeta when it came in a balsa box.
What work do you do on boats? I have missed this part about you – need to come and read more over at your spot.