Such a wonderful metaphor for the current state of the world. I’ve felt the effects of this wind on my psyche for 9 years and it’s exhausting. Thanks for this wonderful essay. I pray your mother is right.
During hurricane season — and sometimes when it isn’t — the weathermen, HOA presidents and neighbors down here is South Carolina get pretty worked up when any amount of wind is predicted.
One time, my kind young neighbor, who takes care of my honey-do list since my husband died, called to let me know, “We’re supposed to have 40-mile-per-hour winds. We need to get everything inside.”
I smiled and thought to myself, “Forty miles per hour? They’re worried about 40-mile-per- hour winds. That’s normal on my Illinois prairie. Wait until they’re 70, and then tell me. That’s when I will get worried. Forty ain’t nuttin!”
Such a wonderful metaphor for the current state of the world. I’ve felt the effects of this wind on my psyche for 9 years and it’s exhausting. Thanks for this wonderful essay. I pray your mother is right.
I completely agree! Thank you.
During hurricane season — and sometimes when it isn’t — the weathermen, HOA presidents and neighbors down here is South Carolina get pretty worked up when any amount of wind is predicted.
One time, my kind young neighbor, who takes care of my honey-do list since my husband died, called to let me know, “We’re supposed to have 40-mile-per-hour winds. We need to get everything inside.”
I smiled and thought to myself, “Forty miles per hour? They’re worried about 40-mile-per- hour winds. That’s normal on my Illinois prairie. Wait until they’re 70, and then tell me. That’s when I will get worried. Forty ain’t nuttin!”
That’s funny. We’d call 40 mph winds cute, maybe annoying. Come talk to me when my poor chickens are getting shoved around my yard. 😂
Poor things. 😢