Windy Again

I am used to the wind. I live in wind central, USA. Winter time brings gusts up to 80 mph. This most recent storm tore siding off the house. Not the first time that has happened. So I woke up this am and the wind is blowing. Around the not cal area this is known as the Delta Breeze. Breeze my ass. It’s a joke, I think. And we are all in on it. Gusts are hitting about 50mph today. I am willing to bet that the fires are blowing up wherever they are still burning. My daughter is still here and I would hope she stays here. The wind here is nasty but the wind in Santa Rosa where she lives is actually dangerous. I hate the wind. I am leaving it here when I move.

I went to work at the usual time. I managed to prepare tax returns. Make phone calls. Receive phone calls. Scan. Copy. Collate. Thrilling, isn’t it? For 8 hours. I managed to go to the bank. Had lunch. Maybe you can tell from my description it was a rather lackluster day. I would have preferred exciting but it just wasn’t the day for it.

Marika stayed home today. She went absolutely nowhere. Too windy and too smoky for her and her asthma. She slept till 11 and hung out with the dogs and watched TV. Sounds better than my day. She did leave for a little while when Emily got home. They went out for groceries.

When I got home I had a package waiting for me. I purchased all weather mats for Marika’s new car. In red to match her interior. They fit perfectly, which surprises me. Most times it seems custom fit isn’t. But this time yes. And so pretty.

I helped make dinner and drank a little wine which makes you a better cook I think. We had pasta, which is something I never order. We have not made any for a long time. It was a spinach ravioli with a white cream sauce, spicy sausage, onions and mushrooms. With a nice salad. And a little more wine. For digestion.

After dinner Marika washed dishes, I dried and Emily put them away. What a team. Stellar.

Tomorrow more excitement in the world of accounting. Three appointments and more tax returns to finish. Be still my beating heart! I will be working all weekend to finish up all returns by Monday. At least I can predict my future.