therefore, I don’t know all of the intricate ins and outs of weather. For example, Thursday was pretty nice (rather chilly in the morning, but almost balmy in the afternoon). Whereas, on Wednesday, the wind was epic horrid! (I looked it up at Dictionary.com and this is the appropriate use of “epic.” “Epically,” which I wanted to use, is not an actual word.)
When I look out my kitchen window, I can see, through the back hedge, the red windsock in the yard of the neighbors behind me. When I’m thinking of working outside, I check to see what the wind sock’s doing. Wednesday, the sun was shining, but I knew that the temperature wasn’t all that high. I checked the windsock, which was straining, straight out from the pole, with its little streamers frantically fluttering.
I had a podiatrist appointment at 8:15. I was one of the first patients to arrive, but there aren’t any “right by the door” parking spaces. After rushing from car door to clinic door, I was shivering when I reached the entrance, and stayed shivering. I did have to remove my coat for a blood pressure check, but then I put it right back on. I was sorry I hadn’t brought a blanket. The visit was just a quick checkup, so, in no time, I had to walk back out the door and over to my car, and was back to shivering. I drove straight home, parked the car in the garage, went into the house, and stayed there.
From the National Weather Service National Headquarters information on Wednesday’s weather:
WEATHER CONDITIONS
THE FOLLOWING WEATHER WAS RECORDED YESTERDAY.
NO SIGNIFICANT WEATHER WAS OBSERVED.
“No significant weather?” The largest limbs on the bare, bare trees were bending and blowing in the giant wind!
If we studied wind in some science unit in school, I didn’t get it. I don’t exactly know what makes wind. Or breezes. Or gusts. I did look up and read an article (which was designed for children), and here it is, so you, too can better understand why the largest limbs were swaying uncharacteristically on Wednesday.
Praise the Lord from the earth, sea monsters and all ocean depths; lightning and hail, snow and clouds, strong winds that obey his command. Praise him, hills and mountains, fruit trees and forests; all animals, tame and wild, reptiles and birds. Praise him, kings and all peoples, princes and all other rulers; young women and young men, old people and children too. Let them all praise the name of the Lord! His name is greater than all others; his glory is above earth and heaven.
Psalm 148:7-13 (Good News Translation)
Meanwhile, Tuesday was a lovely day, and I was part of a group that visited the Hebrew Rest cemetery here. It’s a quiet and lovely place, with families who have been part of Waco’s past for generations. As I walked around, I found three separate burial sites for families who last name was “Cinnamon.” I’d never heard that as a last name before.
I found these side-by-side sentiments quite touching. Cemeteries aren’t what they used to be.
