Right now it’s a-wailin’ and a-moanin’ like a polecat with piles, and my whole evening has been punctuated with lots of howling and roaring sounds. The problem with this house is that the sound of the wind is really only noticeable downstairs where the fireplaces are. It’s loudest in the chimneys, you see. Upstairs I can hardly hear it at all. This is a shame because I’m definitely intending to have an early night tonight, and it would have been nice to settle under the duvet with a bit of elemental wildness making its presence felt beyond the window. I suppose I’ll just have to imagine it.
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I love to hear the wind "wuthering" like that :o)
Yes indeed. Just as long as it doesn't include the hand through the window and the plaintive voice crying 'Where are you, Jeffrey? Get yer arse up here on the moors, you old tyrant.'
Then again, it would liven things up a bit.
Send the wind my way-we don't get too much of it out here. Those who live closer to the lake do, but we don't have that luxury and so my evenings are wind-less since leaving Ireland. It's another thing that's greatly missed.
My verification word is "tattl" which reminds me of "the wind in the wires made a tattletale sound and a wave broke over the railing." And now I will finish my night with the Edmund Fitzgerald floating around in my head.
This is a reason why Southern California is so boring to me. Our weather is maybe a bit of rain here and there and dry Santa Ana Winds. I love storms, especially when I feel safe in my hobbit hole, with good books, my cats nearby so I can drift off to another world. I love your expression of "polecats with piles" btw :)
The McCafferty is a creature of wind, waves and wild horses, no? I think you're going to have to move one day, Kaetlyn. Then you can be small and far away. Would you be more specific about the quotation, please. Sounds like my kind of thing.
So what are you doing in Southern California, Wendy? Is that where you're from? America is such a land of contrasts, isn't it? Seems you're either frying in the south west, cowering from tornadoes in the midwest, being swept away by hurricanes in the deep south, dealing with strange mountainy men in the Appalachians, being spiritually suffocated in the Bible Belt...etc, etc. Newfoundland?
The quotation is from the song "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot. I was very intrigued by it a while back and found out that my grandfather had worked on the Fitzgerald while it was being built (he was a pipe insulator), and a few men who lived in my neighbourhood had worked on it and gone down with it.
Anyway, it's a good song, albeit sad, and ranked somewhere in the upper portion on my list of favourites. Although I think part of it has to do with the fact that Gordon's voice sounds almost identical to my dad's when he sings..
Jeff, you make me laugh. I'm a native Californian and I know where I want to end up which is in the SouthWest as a matter of fact. I feel more of a connection to New Mexico and Arizona, etc...I'm such a creature of habit, that I complain too often about not having my act together and just moving, so I guess I match the conflicting nature of America.
It would never have occured to me that there was any such thing as a native Californian, Wendy. It always seemed that California was a place people went to to get rich, famous, or face-lifted.
I'm sure I've said that before. Deja vu!
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