Photos can’t really capture the way the Santa Ana winds howl and rage and try to blow the house down. It’s my second-least favorite kind of weather. It used to be my very least favorite until one pre-dawn morning last winter when my car slid off the driveway during an honest-to-goodness blizzard, and me and the kids literally almost froze to death walking the quarter-mile back to our house. So blizzards, now my very least favorite. But I’ve seen exactly one authentic blizzard in the seventeen years I’ve lived in Anza, and the freaking Santa Anas come back almost every year. They keep me awake all night and knock out my internet (any minute now, no doubt) and do their best to blow down every tree and dismantle every structure on the property. Last year my pumphouse BLEW AWAY. I still haven’t been able to replace it, but when I do I think I’m going to use concrete blocks. That third little pig knew what he was doing, you know?
This wind sucks all the motivation out of me; I just want to spend the entire day cozied up to the woodstove with a mug of tea and a good book or a cross-stitch project. And bon-bons.
On a less-grumpy note, yesterday I bought my first-ever pair of Uggs and I big pink puffy heart them. They are warm and soft and cozy and they are slippers and boots all in one and I’m wondering why I didn’t buy them years ago.
So to summarize: Santa Ana winds, bad. Uggs, good.
The winds are supposed to die down tonight, and tomorrow’s forecast is lovely and warm. I’ve got all my fingers and toes crossed for that!
Meanwhile, I’d better hurry up and post this before my internet goes down.
An Invincible Summer 