Instead, we got wind--a strong, sudden blast that I heard coming at least a half-mile away as it roared in the trees on the bit of hill before the trees at the north side of the 80 acres, then those trees, then thrummed in the structure of the cellphone tower and then hit the north window where I was sitting like a soft fist. We were not predicted to have wind that high--only gusts to 35 or so, but these gusts (there were many more, some sustained for a minute, if you can call that a gust) were stronger than that. I could hear the strongest coming, even above the noise of the wind between, and sometime after midnight heard a helicopter trying to batter its way north against them. Our house has a metal roof now, with a ridge vent; the wind was at the exact right angle and strength, at times, to make the vent vibrate like a tuning fork. It took a long time to get to sleep.
I woke to heavy clouds and a wind less strong but still a definite wind, not a breeze. I can hear its gusts coming, but only from our own trees, from the trees along the fence between the orchard and the 80 acres. Now there are bits of pale blue showing between ridges of cloud blown southward; it's supposed to clear off today, giving us fine but windy weather and then--when the wind drops tonight--a freeze.
For the past several days, it's been warm and moist, shirt-sleeve weather, with nights in the 60s. Not anymore. I woke with my sinuses crackling (I hate the sounds of "stuff" moving around inside the bones of my head!) but not hurting (which is good.) Much to do today. The tree isn't up. The space for the tree isn't cleared, as the book revisions have eaten time like a starving dog eats meat. I need to work on tonight's music, as last night's rehearsal showed. (I can hit the F-natural a phrase away from F-sharps on either side when at the piano alone...against the rest of the choir and organ....not so much. And we all--the whole alto section but the paid soloist--started one section in F-major when we should have been in F-minor. (You know what I think would be a lovely, impressive, and fresh approach to Christmas music? Sing the old songs plain--with no modernized fancy dissonant bits--in absolute purity. Parts where there are parts, of course--but just the carols, with due respect for them. How many people even hear the real thing anymore, from anywhere?) I have nothing in the house for Christmas dinner (well, not exactly true...we can haul something out of the freezer and probably will) and I need to make bread to take to the choir dinner between services tonight. It will be necessary to turn to ibuprofen--though the sinus migraine is in remission (and may it stay gone!) the other stuff that hurts is in fact hurting, feet to shoulders, and I'm facing a lot of standing and singing in the middle of the night. So I should get offline now, right? Well, no, because I owe a lot of people email--not just for the holidays but in general--and still have overhanging writer-related work to do. And the book...both of them, actually...are luring me with their sirenish ways.
I flit, I fly....