La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
THE WIND WAS SO STRONG this morning while I had breakfast that I thought there was an enormous, malfunctioning diesel truck idling outside. Right now it’s whistling and roaring through the air vent in my bathroom. It sounds like a locomotive. I did go for a walk but I cut it short because, as the coastline turned along the way, the gusts got stronger and bothered my ears. There was one straight stretch of the Paseo, however, that was completely calm. Still, it’s a glorious day that I want to share with you.
San Geraldo isn’t happy about the wind. He calls our winds here “los ciclónicos.” Whereas I find windstorms fascinating and exciting, he finds them foreboding and dangerous. So, he’s holed up in his office wishing the noise would stop.
The cats were frisky this morning after their breakfast. Dudo still loves to hide and jump out at Moose. They’ve settled down now. Moose is asleep on the kitty condo in SG’s office. Dudo is asleep on the one on the terrace.
These are the days we’re especially grateful for our glass curtain. Before the glass curtain, all the plants were shoved into the inside corner of the terrace and the yuccas were bolted to the walls (click here).
Nutrition and Fitness Report
Stretching: Four times Sunday, twice so far today.
Walking: 5 km / 3 miles today.
Note: No sweets. No alcohol. Less fat. More muscle. Looser clothing.
EL VIENTO FUE TAN FUERTE esta mañana mientras desayunaba que pensé que había un enorme camión diesel que funcionaba mal afuera. Ahora mismo es solo un silbido. Salí a caminar, pero lo interrumpí porque, a medida que la costa giraba en el camino, las ráfagas se hicieron más fuertes y me molestaron los oídos. Sin embargo, había un tramo recto del Paseo que estaba completamente en calma. Aún así, es un día glorioso que quiero compartir con vosotros.
San Geraldo no está contento con el viento. Él llama a nuestros vientos aquí “los ciclónicos”. Mientras que yo encuentro las tormentas de viento fascinantes y emocionantes, él las encuentra inquietantes y peligrosas. Entonces, está escondido en su oficina, con la compañía de Moose, deseando que el ruido se detenga. Para aquellos de vosotros que no estéis familiarizados con el libro, el título de esta entrada es una obra de teatro sobre “El viento en los sauces.” El nombre del libro en español sigue al título en inglés anterior (porque el juego de palabras no funcionaría en español).
Los gatos estaban juguetones esta mañana después de su desayuno. A Dudo le encanta esconderse y saltar sobre Moose. Se han calmado ahora. Moose está durmiendo en el condominio de gatitos en la oficina de SG. Dudo duerme en el de la terraza.
Estos son los días en los que estamos especialmente agradecidos por nuestra cortina de vidrio. Antes de la cEstos son los días en los que estamos especialmente agradecidos por nuestra cortina de vidrio. Antes de la cortina de vidrio, todas las plantas fueron empujadas hacia la esquina interior de la terraza y las yucas fueron atornilladas a las paredes (haz clic aquí).
Informe de Nutrición y Estado Físico
Estiramiento: cuatro veces el domingo, dos veces hasta ahora.
Caminando: Hoy, 5 km / 3 millas hoy.
Nota: No dulces. No alcohol. Menos grasa. Más músculo. Ropa más holgada.
27 thoughts on “The wind gives him the willies / El viento en los sauces”
That last guy in all his colour glory must have been shaken as a child! Oh my……
I think maybe it’s time to consider a cat in our life……..your two are SO comical! at least from here anyway…….
I LOVE the wind as well. Ron does not.
Our cats are often comical. You’re right. Oh, I would love the thought of what you would share if you got a cat (or two) now.
GAWD. How did the magical mystery tour guy end up with such a bland pair of beige hiking boots? No shrooms that day?
That is some outfit, isn’t it. He should have been wearing the €500 diamond-studded hiking boots I saw last month.
Moose was behind him….haaaaaa!
Dudo thought Moose was outside, so he hid behind the divan. Moose was already in SG’s office, came walking out, and just sat in the hall staring at Dudo. I couldn’t snap them both before they took off… running.
I love a windy day! I wonder if SG’s midwestern roots mean that he’s subconsciously afraid of tornados, a la “The Wizard of Oz.” (Maybe not so subconsciously.) Just tell him to wear his ruby slippers!
SG never talks about an unusual fear of tornadoes, although he’ll comment on clouds at times as being like tornado clouds. I, on the other hand, am terrified of tornadoes more than any other weather phenomenon. They’re just so foreign to me.
A strong wind can be too much of a good thing, try not to get blown away.
Having grown up right on the Atlantic, I’m used to those powerful winds. There was even a guardrail installed along a walkway at our co-op. I laughed when I was 11 and said it was for the old folks. Then one day, the wind was blowing so hard I had to grab it to keep from being blown off my feet. I did once see a couple hiding at the side of a building across the street because they couldn’t stay on their feet in the wind.
looks like the wind blew all the tourists away. I love the hiker’s outfit – so absolutely and unapologetically cheerful and fun.
GIven the weather forecast was for wind and rain, it wasn’t so busy around town. Never did rain here… yet again. But the beach was a lot more quiet than it might have been. I love that the guy had two pairs of socks, one purple to match the backpack. It shows he gave thought to that outfit.
Oh, those darn cats, LOL!
I can empathize with SG’s dislike of windstorms, especially the wild prairie winds that can howl for days on end in spring, summer, fall and winter! And it’s the only thing I really dislike about the apartment building in which I reside: strong winds turn the hallway into a wind tunnel and howls mournfully under my door unless I plug the draft!
The wind whistles and howls through our hallway and there’s nothing we can do about it. It makes SG a bit nuts.
Tie down yourself, San Geraldo and the cats so you don’t blow away!
I’ll just hold on to San Geraldo. He’s firmly placed. Of course, at 189 lbs, I don’t loft very easily anymore either.
It’s funny, even with the sun, I feel cold looking at those beach pictures for some reason.
I’m glad you got that sense from the photos. Although it wasn’t cold (low 70s), the wind did cause a chill.
I agree with SG’s attitude towards strong wind. For some reason, it scares the bejesus out of me. Wind never bothered me when I was young, but then, I didn’t own property.
Walt the Fourth:
Even when we had our house in Connecticut surrounded by huge trees, I still enjoyed wind storms. Probably not very bright. I used to worry about heavy rains in San Francisco and the idea that that cliff would come sliding down on our house, even though the reports said the cliff wasn’t going anywhere.
As with any inclement weather, I like being indoors listening to the wind, knowing that it can’t get me.
I love watching it from inside, but also enjoy the excitement of experiencing it for a bit.
I don’t like strong winds. They remind me of 1989 in SE England when we had a terrific storm. Mid afternoon I picked my toddler up from a friend’s house and had to hang on to him for dear life as he was in danger of being blown over. Slates from the next door house were falling on our drive and smashing as we walked up. My middle son, aged 9, was brought home from school by a neighbour as a complete roof had blown off a double wooden classroom onto teachers cars. ( The kids in the class had all got out in time) Then my eldest son phoned to say he had missed the bus home and I had to go by car to fetch him across the town. Trees were down all over the place. Husband had been in London, and the train home couldn’t get past St. Albans as trees were all over the line and he had to walk…..dodging falling trees on the road and climbing round some. To finish it off part of out poplar at the bottom of the garden ( yard) fell up into the garden!
That would make me hate strong winds, as well. (By the way, no need to translate “garden”; I’m fairly bilingual.)
I only discovered a while ago that an American yard is our garden and our vegetable area is US garden ! A yard here would be a small paved area behind a terrace house….no lawn or actual soil! I am sure you know this!
And garden in the US means more than vegetables. There are vegetable gardens, rock gardens, and all other kinds of gardens. Yard can mean many different things. Americans don’t make it easy.
I noticed your comment on Cheap Chick’s blog. In case you’ve not seen this: