Scary wind.
It's shaking the house, and the fence was just at a really odd angle to the ground. ti's a six foot wooden privacy fence, not a little flimsy decorative fence I mean. I'm glad we had the roof finished last year from the windstorm that tore it up and made it look like someone ran a giant sander over it, because I think chunks would be gone tonight and smacking the neighbors house. Don't like the neighbors, but I still don't want their home to get hit by my roof chunks.
One year I got hit in the head with a flying green plastic turtle shell, you know the little tykes turtle shaped sandboxes? We were coming home from class and in the couryard of the apartments and the wind just lifted the shell top right off it and winged me. At the time it sorta hurt, but in restrospect now it's sorta funny when I think about it. Nikki called that sandbox Angry Gamera the rest of the time we lived there. And the big tree in the back field had cracked, and it was a sort of nearly spherical shape after it broke off the trunk, and I remember another day watching it roll around on the ice like the worlds biggest tumbleweed. And what had to be a really inexperienced plow driver was trying to plow UP the angle of the small lane back there instead of down from bigger road to the next bigger road, and got royally stuck because of all the ice and the angle, and the tumbleweed hit his plow truck. It was a weird night.
Its funny that moments you haven't thought about ever get called back without warning with the right stimuli. Thank goodness neighbors on the other side landlord was finally forced to fix the chimney, or I'd be really worried right now.
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