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But my home is always near; it's up in the atmosphere
Yesterday, the wind blew.
Then it blew some more, a real tree-shaking, adrenaline-pumping wind coming out of a perfectly blue, cloudless sky.
And then the power went out.
Um. Oops.
Happily, we had some time last winter acquired -- but never needed to use -- an Emergency Battery, into which Sabu and Steve's laptop, the venerable Toshiba Satellite, were plugged and work went forward in the windswept quiet. It's odd how noisy the house is, just as a regular thing: the rattle of computer fans, the refrigerator muttering to itself. I sat on the couch with Sabu on my knees, under an open sunny window, through which the wind, she did blow, bringing me the gladsome sound of the wind chimes in the elm tree and the clanging of the buoy bell off the porch. And the not-so gladsome sound of the neighbor's chainsaw.
We did cave in to pressure from the cats and took a brief nap around three, which naturally was the cue for the power to reassert itself.
The wind died over the next couple hours, and the temps fell into the forties (F) on the overnight. Today is bright; breezy without being Totally Rowdy. I have some errands to run, and then back at the computer for another run at Duainfey.
The day-job goes back to full-time tomorrow. Don't. Want.
Progress on Duainfey
Then it blew some more, a real tree-shaking, adrenaline-pumping wind coming out of a perfectly blue, cloudless sky.
And then the power went out.
Um. Oops.
Happily, we had some time last winter acquired -- but never needed to use -- an Emergency Battery, into which Sabu and Steve's laptop, the venerable Toshiba Satellite, were plugged and work went forward in the windswept quiet. It's odd how noisy the house is, just as a regular thing: the rattle of computer fans, the refrigerator muttering to itself. I sat on the couch with Sabu on my knees, under an open sunny window, through which the wind, she did blow, bringing me the gladsome sound of the wind chimes in the elm tree and the clanging of the buoy bell off the porch. And the not-so gladsome sound of the neighbor's chainsaw.
We did cave in to pressure from the cats and took a brief nap around three, which naturally was the cue for the power to reassert itself.
The wind died over the next couple hours, and the temps fell into the forties (F) on the overnight. Today is bright; breezy without being Totally Rowdy. I have some errands to run, and then back at the computer for another run at Duainfey.
The day-job goes back to full-time tomorrow. Don't. Want.
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