I have really come to love Lubbock. I can't believe that Paul is almost done with his first year already. It really is a great place to live.
Except for the wind. It never stops. Even when the radio says it'll be a nice calm windless day, it's not true. It's always blowing. And with the amount of dirt surrounding this isolated city, it's usually very dusty wind. Doing your hair is pointless. Sweeping the front walk is futile. Picking up the tumbleweeds that are blown into your yard can always wait another week because they'll double in number by then. Cars are always dirty.
I have been driving my father-in-law's pickup recently. A few weeks ago I was strapping Hattie into her car seat. While I was perched up in the truck, a gust of wind slammed my open truck door into the vehicle next to us. Looking at the dent in the car, I estimated it would cost around $700 to fix...just what we needed. I dutifully left a note and left it on the windshield, cursing the wind for blowing the door open (which I had carefully checked would not hit the neighboring car.) Grrr. But I suppose that there is good and bad wind...because they never called me about the dent. The only thing I can figure is that the wind blew my note away.
But that's certainly the only time the wind has helped me. Other than that, it's constantly forcing me to hold my skirt down when I walk, or chase after trash at the park. It never lets up. Is it like this everywhere in the Midwest?? Does it drive anyone else insane??