Repost: “The Wind Cries Mary”

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I got nothing today, but it’s really windy again (we lost a pretty big branch from one of the trees), so I thought I’d recycle this post.  Sadly, in spite of the song title, the wind is still not calling my name.

While I haven’t heard any otherworldly voices calling my name, it’s been pretty darn blustery today. It’s not the nasty, hot Santa Ana winds we had last week (thank goodness!), but it’s really blowing out there in my area.

I’ve never really liked wind. I understand the ecological necessity of it, I just find it terribly annoying. For one thing, no matter how short my hair is and no matter which direction I happen to be heading, the wind always blows my hair into my face. Always. And since I’ve had potted plants outside, I’m constantly setting the poor little things back up when the wind blows them over. It’s to the point where I won’t keep anything taller than a couple inches on the porch, because it’ll end up on its side. (My brother and sister-in-law have a huge cactus–nearly as tall as me–that fell over in last week’s Santa Anas. I wonder if they picked it up?)

Wind is noisy, too. I don’t mean the cool whooooo sound that happens when it blows under the crack of the front door (or any other tiny space); that’s actually pretty awesome. And I’m not complaining about the wind chimes (although I’m wondering if any of my immediate neighbors want to). But the sound of broken gates banging into cinderblock fences, or the various clacks and rattles of general detritus and debris gets pretty old after a while. Not to mention the constant whooshing and the way the house creaks when it gets really, really gusty.

I suppose if I flew kites today would be one of my favorite days ever. And I’m sure something must be getting pollinated out there. But my cats are a little on edge, and I’m tired of picking up plants. I’d like to put in my request for Spring to get things accomplished with a little less force. A nice breeze, but nothing over 10 MPH, please.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear someone calling my name.

“Songs About Rain”

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It rained a couple of weeks ago here in SoCal, and it’s getting ready to rain again tonight.  (This particular storm has already wreaked havoc in NoCal, but I don’t think it’s going to be as strong here.)  And since I don’t have much of import to say today, I’ll just post one of my favorite Country songs about rain.

Rain doesn’t depress me, and neither do sad songs.  And boy, is this song sad!  It’s an almost stereotypical Country tune about a brokenhearted guy who’s lost his girl (presumably he still has his dog and his pickup truck . . . sorry, part of an old joke).  I like the meta, self-referential aspect of this song, where Gary Allen name checks some classic Country songs about rain.  It sort of reinforces the blue mood, and makes it that much sadder.  Of course, there’s one song about rain I like that he doesn’t mention.  Maybe because it’s a bit happier.  If I remember, that’ll be tomorrow’s post.

“Summer Breeze”

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I’ll be honest: I kind of hate this song.  It’s one of those lite radio staples that makes my teeth itch.  But it’s also the perfect description for our weather right now.

The heat wave broke last night, with temperatures dropping below 78 before midnight for once.  Today’s been about normal–around 85 and sunny–and there’s this amazing breeze out of the west that has somewhat mitigated the higher humidity.  Because it is kind of sticky today.  My laminate floor feels vaguely damp under my feet, and just getting up to feed the cats makes me a little sweaty.  But after the last week, it’s heavenly.

Not much else happening on the home front today.  I rotated the cushions on the couch and loveseat (otherwise, the two or three that get sat on all the time get flat while all the others stay puffed (sorry for the inadvertent Ghostbusters reference . . . actually, no, I’m not sorry about it. 🙂 ).  I went online and applied for some jobs today, and I might take a look around the immediate area, and see if there’s any Mom & Pop retail places hiring.  (I’m not very happy in my job right now; I think I’ve hit my limit for tutoring in one lifetime.)

I’m also anxiously awaiting word on the Scottish vote for independence.  I don’t really have an opinion one way or the other; there are advantages and disadvantages on both sides.  I just think it’s refreshing that someone is voting to split from Great Britain, rather than going to war or being negotiated out as part of a treaty.  This is so much more civilized.  Either way, tomorrow’s post will have to be from someone Scottish.

“Good Day in Hell”

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I know two Eagles songs in a row is a little beyond the pale, but this pretty much describes how I feel right now.

Southern California is currently hell.  We’ve been in the 90s for nearly a week now.  The heat is supposed to break tomorrow, but the humidity will be back because of the remains of hurricane Odile.  I know my electric bill is going to be sky-high because we’ve been running the AC something like 12 hours a day.  The biggest problem is that it isn’t cooling down that much at night.  Although last night, for the first time in a while, there was a bit of a breeze.  That’s a good sign in my book.

 

“Cruel Summer”

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The calendar says it won’t be summer for several more weeks, but SoCal is burning up–literally and figuratively.  There’s some pretty nasty fire action going on in Carlsbad, and Weather Underground says it’s about 102 degrees in my area (great site for weather, btw).  It’s just gross out there.

If this is what the summer’s going to be like, then I might be moving to Alaska.  There’s an old wives tale that if you have a mild winter, you’ll have a bad summer (and vice versa); last winter was so mild it was practically white bread and mayonnaise. I am not looking forward to the next three or four months.

 

“The Wind Cries Mary”

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While I haven’t heard any otherworldly voices calling my name, it’s been pretty darn blustery today.  It’s not the nasty, hot Santa Ana winds we had last week (thank goodness!), but it’s really blowing out there in my area.

I’ve never really liked wind.  I understand the ecological necessity of it, I just find it terribly annoying.  For one thing, no matter how short my hair is and no matter which direction I happen to be heading, the wind always blows my hair into my face.  Always.  And since I’ve had potted plants outside, I’m constantly setting the poor little things back up when the wind blows them over.  It’s to the point where I won’t keep anything taller than a couple inches on the porch, because it’ll end up on its side.  (My brother and sister-in-law have a huge cactus–nearly as tall as me–that fell over in last week’s Santa Anas.  I wonder if they picked it up?)

Wind is noisy, too.  I don’t mean the cool whooooo sound that happens when it blows under the crack of the front door (or any other tiny space); that’s actually pretty awesome.  And I’m not complaining about the wind chimes (although I’m wondering if any of my immediate neighbors want to).  But the sound of broken gates banging into cinderblock fences, or the various clacks and rattles of general detritus and debris gets pretty old after a while.  Not to mention the constant whooshing and the way the house creaks when it gets really, really gusty.

I suppose if I flew kites today would be one of my favorite days ever.  And I’m sure something must be getting pollinated out there.  But my cats are a little on edge, and I’m tired of picking up plants.  I’d like to put in my request for Spring to get things accomplished with a little less force.  A nice breeze, but nothing over 10 MPH, please.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear someone calling my name.

“Heatwave”

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It’s really frickin’ hot here in SoCal right now, and it’s probably gonna stay hot for at least another day.  Between the heat, the smell of smoke coming off a fire in the Rancho Cucamonga area, and some problems with my TV service, I’m feeling really unsettled and irritated.  It might just be a lack of sleep (I spent 3-5 AM on the phone with my provider), but I’m not fit company for man nor beast right now.

Luckily, Martha and the Vandellas seem much happier.  Enjoy.