Friday
Aug052005
I Don't Think We're In Kansas Anymore, Toto
Friday, August 5, 2005 at 10:13AM
I've just totally spent the best years of my life trying to find a decent picture on the net to explain this next post.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't YEARS. And maybe it wasn't the BEST, although lately these days are pretty damn good and.... well, you just never know, right?
Now, with all that anticipation I've just spent 45 seconds building (because I can type 68 words a minute, thankyouverymuch - god - remember in high school and you had to get a whole 35 WORDS on those manual typewriters to pass the course? ha! and oh! that makes me think of the song they played on the radio this morning that took me right back to that high school dance and "our" song, the Beatles - "Saw Her Standing There" being right there again with Grant singing to me and all that feeling of standing on the threshold of the rest of our lives, that bright sharp pain of nostalgia and heart-quick-stop of how I'd hurt him, almost needing to pull over, 20 years later ...).... where was I? Oh right, the picture...
So, I have three of these things, right? One in the kitchen, one in the bathroom (with a cutie little spinning fan which just flings water about) and one in the bedroom. They have a little errrr... forgive the technical terms here.... doohickey that you uh, turn to make the er, lid go up and down.
Are ya following me here?
So, in this little valley-kindof thing we live in it's like a freakin' wind tunnel and when the wind begins to blow I usually 'roll' the little vents down so that they are only open about 2 inches so the wind doesn't catch them. Right? Right.
Last Saturday, I managed to sleep through tree bits crashing all around me, random stuff bouncing off the sides of my tin can and large metal farm implements throwing themselves off the other side of the barn wall five feet from my head during a tornado with Mach 10 winds. Blissful zzzzz's.
It wasn't until THREE NIGHTS LATER that I felt a bit chilly and got up at 3 am to wind my bedroom thing-ma-jig closed and couldn't figure out why the handle just spun and spun. I stumbled down the three steps to the living room for Matt's flashlight and ... yes... you guys are so good at foreshadowing!....
The wind had gotten right under that two inch lip and torn the damn thing (and the entire winding mechanism) right off my roof.
I found it on the other side of the sheep field the next morning.
I hope it doesn't rain soon.
and the way she looked was way beyond compare
Okay, so maybe it wasn't YEARS. And maybe it wasn't the BEST, although lately these days are pretty damn good and.... well, you just never know, right?
Now, with all that anticipation I've just spent 45 seconds building (because I can type 68 words a minute, thankyouverymuch - god - remember in high school and you had to get a whole 35 WORDS on those manual typewriters to pass the course? ha! and oh! that makes me think of the song they played on the radio this morning that took me right back to that high school dance and "our" song, the Beatles - "Saw Her Standing There" being right there again with Grant singing to me and all that feeling of standing on the threshold of the rest of our lives, that bright sharp pain of nostalgia and heart-quick-stop of how I'd hurt him, almost needing to pull over, 20 years later ...).... where was I? Oh right, the picture...
Are ya following me here?
So, in this little valley-kindof thing we live in it's like a freakin' wind tunnel and when the wind begins to blow I usually 'roll' the little vents down so that they are only open about 2 inches so the wind doesn't catch them. Right? Right.
Last Saturday, I managed to sleep through tree bits crashing all around me, random stuff bouncing off the sides of my tin can and large metal farm implements throwing themselves off the other side of the barn wall five feet from my head during a tornado with Mach 10 winds. Blissful zzzzz's.
It wasn't until THREE NIGHTS LATER that I felt a bit chilly and got up at 3 am to wind my bedroom thing-ma-jig closed and couldn't figure out why the handle just spun and spun. I stumbled down the three steps to the living room for Matt's flashlight and ... yes... you guys are so good at foreshadowing!....
The wind had gotten right under that two inch lip and torn the damn thing (and the entire winding mechanism) right off my roof.
I found it on the other side of the sheep field the next morning.
I hope it doesn't rain soon.
and the way she looked was way beyond compare
so how could I dance with another
and I saw her standin' there
well she looked at me, and i, I could see
that before too long I'd fall in love with her
in Day to Day
Day to Day 
Reader Comments (3)
it wasn't the wind that took it.
it was the SHEEP.
and those freaky evil cows you posted a while back?
*they're* the ones who control the frogs. eeeevil puppet masters, i'm telling you!
and eventually, someday, i'll leave a "normal" comment. it'll take effort, but for you, i would do this.