Finding Easy
Many things are either easy or they are impossible. When I stand, I am balancing a five and a half foot length of an intricate collection of parts on the much smaller surfaces of my feet. The slightest whiff of vertigo or the gentlest of nudges can make standing impossible. Clunk. Standing proved impossible, again. Life seems to have an endless supply of ways to knock me on both my literal and proverbial asses.
Tornado season has arrived on the Southern Great Plains and the wind has been blowing in detritus from all directions. The stars of this past weekend blew in from the Gulf Coast. Hubby's bro and his over-worked wife. I have had entirely too much to say about all the detritus blowing on that wind with another body of too many words for each of the other winds gusting across the plains. My arthritic hands begin clenching painfully at the very thought of typing all those words. Awaiting the simplicity. . .
For now, the compelling simplicity is that the pullets are feeling the red glow on the horizon, even though they can't see it from Raptor's cage where I keep them safe from the night chill and predators. The cage door which keeps them safe at night also blocks them from their morning pecks. Time to open their door.
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Sometimes I wonder how much is metaphorical and how much is reality. The beginning of your entry is both for me. Lately, even with the end of sedation therapy, I still have yet to establish my former level of balance and stability, physically and mentally.
I too am not looking forward to the beginnings of tornado season although I am lucky enough to be next to the Big River and between the bluffs but ever few days they’ve been testing out the sirens several times in one day which begins to get on my nerves when there is no notice it’s just a test.
Sending you a shoulder to help steady you when you’re off balance my friend (although I’m often wobbly too, so hopefully we both don’t collapse together).
Hugs & love, Arfie!
I'm a graphic thinker, so I get lost in metaphor with the greatest of ease. If I can't attach a sensory perception to a concept, it is highly unlikely I won't be able grasp the concept. I promise I'm not pulling your leg. . . I wouldn't blind you with my light.
I wouldn't have thought to look for tornadoes in Wisconsin, but I can't claim to know the area well. I have been through it much more than to it. So much world and so little time. . .
But the rule of thumb that hills are the best tornado protection there is in Nature. It doesn't take much of a hill to bounce a tornado. Not that I look for protection from tornadoes. I worked out the last of my suicidal ideation by chasing tornadoes and ? ? ? Does that qualify as clinical proof that suicide by tornado is not the easiest method available?
I lived in Salt Lake City when the impossible happened and a tornado tore through downtown, took out the new LDS temple building and proceeded right past my condo to crash into the hospital. Besides Texas, I’ve also lived in Kansas, land of witches on bicycles and flying houses but for all the tornadoes we had those 3 years, they always circled around us and hit within a 20 mile radius. The only times I’ve ever experienced a real tornado threat has been when I’ve been in Wisconsin other than that freak tornado in Salt Lake (which for some reason I still find it perversely funny). My husband is desperate to see a tornado just once in his life but it appears he’s a natural tornado deterrent, lol.
Hugs & love Arfie.
Yea, I seem to be a tornado deterrent, too. I use the radar apps to up my chances of getting in their paths and ? ? ? Where'd you go, Pretty Baby? ? ? Mama wants a ride. . . I'll settle for an autograph.
My favorite theory on why they seem to run away from me is that they like to be the biggest wind bag on the block. One of many theories.
Lol. I remember when I moved from Alaska to Texas, my husband driving a uhaul filled with all our possession towing my car behind. Just after reaching Texas everywhere suddenly started closing up in the middle of the day and you could see the storm rolling in with a vengeance. We had to stop for gas and were the last to use the station which is how we learned of the tornado warning. There were cars hiding under every underpass (which is just plain stupid if you know anything about tornadoes). My husband insisted on pushing onward but was desperate to see a tornado so he kept taunting Thor as the thunderstorm and lighting show began. All I could say was “honey this really isn’t the time for taunting gods just so you can see a tornado. I like my household goods and would rather not have them taken to Oz or Valhalla.”
But my husband too is a natural tornado deterrent. The closes he’s gotten to a tornado is the dust devils in Iraq.
Poor boy. I’ve seen my fair share & I’m good.
Hugs
Big hug Arf….. I must admit I do a lot of hiding away from those gusty winds now a days …. It's become my way of being in the world.... I suppose I end up missing those twenty dollar bills flying by but I've found a peace in it that I now crave
I hope that you have a happy and peaceful Easter sweetie....xo