January 18th, 2010



Settling in for the storm, I have tea and a few muffins, so let the rain fall all week if it will. There's nowhere to go, no need to get wet, but I couldn't resist standing a few minutes in what was yet a soft fall of fine drops that accompanied the day's last light. The sound was as soft as the rain itself and (as such rain often does) reminded me of sand falling in an hourglass. All the time in the world.

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Chnny Chin Chin

So far there've been no sustained power outages, though the power went off briefly a few times this afternoon. Furious winds arose and battered the house with copious rain, interrupting my sleep. The wind took down another section of the fence across the back of the yard. I'm letting it stay down for the duration of the storm. I don't know how the feral cats feel about it. I doubt any larger beast that might harm them will be abroad in this weather.

But I'm a bit worried about the female kitten, as I haven't seen her for a couple of days, nor the mother cat. Perhaps the mother is about to have another litter of kittens and they've gone off together. The toms are both hanging around, though.

It's a good thing the oaks, the walnut, and the fruitless mulberry are bare, or just about bare. The twigs and branches offer the wind little resistance and so the trees are unlikely to come down. But the pines were often bent several feet this afternoon, and thrashed about alarmingly. I wouldn't be at all surprised to see one or more crash if we get more such wind, especially now that the ground around their roots is thoroughly soaked.

The evening has been quiet compared to the afternoon, but there are still brief periods of driving rain and gusty wind. I think I'll call this storm Wolf, as it makes me feel like one of the three little pigs. My house is built of sticks. Well, standard sizes of lumber, with wood siding, but same thing essentially. Close enough for it to shake. You're not coming in, Wolf!