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The Wind, how she howls
Nov. 12th, 2007 10:50 amFor the most part, Islanders understand how to withstand windstorms. If you can, tuck yourselves in at home with a woodstove going to keep warm. Start cooking soups, quiche and casseroles - all easily warmed up on the woodstove later when the electricity goes out. Because it will. On an Island that prides itself for its agriculture and scenic beauty, our vistas are ruined by ugly suspended wires which make us vulnerable to the vagarities of arctic winds. Flashlights have been filled with fresh batteries, oil lamps filled and in my case, a few drops of essential oil to soften the scent.
The calls coming into the "Wind & Tide Bookstore" are specific: "Do you have such and such?" with the understanding they won't brave the winds if the book isn't in stock. The roads are passable, if you can avoid the branches and construction signs blown down upon them. High profile vehicles, of course, do not do well and even pickup drivers are having a rough time of it. I'm fortunate that our van is AWD and heavier through the axles so while I feel the wind, I can counter before things get dangerous. Especially useful on those lonely roads with deep rain gutters on either side. Down at the City Beach, waves dash upon the access roads with the strongest gusts. Out front, our store's sign slaps, swings and strains against the thick bolts holding it in place.
Flash and Darwin are morose, the latter whistling desperately for attention. Deb is expected in around 11:30, which will enliven things here. The only civilian through the door today was the UPS delivery man, who while amused by Flash didn't have the time to properly appreciate him with belly rubs. Which is a true shame, Flash is freshly washed and smelling acceptable. His Uncle Jim did a great job showering the little basset last night, who then dried himself off using a technology best described as running crazily in circles around the living room while growling and baying. The Horde is alive and well after bathtime. Said Horde, btw, is napping in his favorite chair near the front window just in case a customer does manager to struggle through our heavy front door.
I don't expect many sales today, frankly I'll be surprised if we get any customers. Until further developments, I'll be reading Barbara Kingsolver.
The calls coming into the "Wind & Tide Bookstore" are specific: "Do you have such and such?" with the understanding they won't brave the winds if the book isn't in stock. The roads are passable, if you can avoid the branches and construction signs blown down upon them. High profile vehicles, of course, do not do well and even pickup drivers are having a rough time of it. I'm fortunate that our van is AWD and heavier through the axles so while I feel the wind, I can counter before things get dangerous. Especially useful on those lonely roads with deep rain gutters on either side. Down at the City Beach, waves dash upon the access roads with the strongest gusts. Out front, our store's sign slaps, swings and strains against the thick bolts holding it in place.
Flash and Darwin are morose, the latter whistling desperately for attention. Deb is expected in around 11:30, which will enliven things here. The only civilian through the door today was the UPS delivery man, who while amused by Flash didn't have the time to properly appreciate him with belly rubs. Which is a true shame, Flash is freshly washed and smelling acceptable. His Uncle Jim did a great job showering the little basset last night, who then dried himself off using a technology best described as running crazily in circles around the living room while growling and baying. The Horde is alive and well after bathtime. Said Horde, btw, is napping in his favorite chair near the front window just in case a customer does manager to struggle through our heavy front door.
I don't expect many sales today, frankly I'll be surprised if we get any customers. Until further developments, I'll be reading Barbara Kingsolver.
