January 07, 2005
i like it
I don't remember ever sleeping in the Crackerbox before with all the windows open. It's very nice. The night air smells of pine trees, oak leaves and dew--- and I have crickets and frogs singing outside my window.
Tonight, I can hear the whistle of the freight train clearly as it crosses the tracks at Blue Jay Road, a good 15 miles away. Damn! I LOVE the sound of a train whistle in the night. I fell asleep to that sound so many times when I was a boy in the coal mining camp that I believe it became stuck in my blood. That lonesome moan is music to my ears.
No snow. No ice. A low temperature of 53 degrees tonight. Windows open. Wind chimes. Southern sounds outside.
Life is good sometimes.
Yeah, the dead of winter's the only time any living thing could survive sleeping with the windows open. If the heat and humidity didn't get you, the damn huge bugs would eat you alive.
The mosquitoes in Alaska may be the size of small airliners, but at least they don't just reach in through the screen and drag you out.
PSA! (Please forgive me, Rob)
Will all please go yell at Queenie until she either (a) gets the brakes fixed on that heap or (b) promises not to drive the thing until she's gotten'em fixed?
Oh yeah, we have unseasonably warm weather here, too.
The crackerbox sounds like heaven to me! I love the night sounds.
Speaking from frozen northern Indiana, all I can say is bite me. Grumble. I do miss the South.
Talk to me in August, hoss.
When I'm enjoying 80º weather with tolerable humidity, and you're about to melt into a humid puddle, then tell me how much better it is...
I'm used to this kind of ribbing - we've got friends in the San Antonio area. They love nothing more than to call us up in January and complain that it dipped below 70º...
So we call 'em up in July and bitch about the temperature reaching the high 80s, while they're somewhere around 110º...
It hit 116F today in NW Australia.
Good tanning weather.
If y'all are having nice weather there this weekend, why not a couple of you grab your tools and just go fix Queenie's brakes for her instead of yelling at her about 'em?