The wind has been hollering and whining at us for days. According to this site, the wind is about 17 mph coming from the North with gusts of 23 mph.
In my opinion, we have somehow chosen to live along the path that leads to a fiery hell and the wind can’t wait to get in there. The winds slow down just enough so that you forget and then they suddenly yell at you again and move everything around outside and threaten to tip over your car until you pee your pants at which point they slow down, you eventually get busy playing Boggle again and then the whole thing starts over.
Where I grew up in Utah, we had a few windstorms but they were so much weaker. Here is the comparison:
The Mormon winds = Tabernacle Choir = Spirit of God = bad Jell-O products and people smiling too much. Slightly annoying but besides poking them, you let it go for the most part.
Simi Winds = The preacher in Footloose giving a speech to young Kevin Bacon = Bunny in Donnie Darko = Fiery Depths of Hell. Scary shit. If you haven’t hid already, it’s now too late.
Why do you think the Indians called it Simi, translated “Valley of the Wind”. When I was a kid we use to get dust storms and tumbleweeds blowing, that was back before the freeway and when there use to be lots of orange groves and trees.
Larry
St Thomas, US Virgin Islands
i had no idea that is where the name came from but it makes perfect sense. thanks for letting me know. it makes it a tad less scary… : )
lpc