The Funk
I woke up this morning in a mood. I can’t really describe it. I’m just enveloped in a world of “blah.”
I suspect it has a lot to do with the weather for the past, well, entire season. It’s a never ending pattern of clouds and rain, clouds and rain. Every trip I’ve taken since spring has been affected by similar weather patterns – even as far away as the Pacific coast and even Europe.
At least, I’m sure that’s a part of it. Last night I had a most peculiar dream, too. I was still living in my childhood home in Osterville when a storm started coming through one night (not surprisingly, I’m guessing that has to do with the actual weather pattern we’re contending with). Anyway, the thunder/lightning started getting incredibly severe and the next thing you know, the winds picked up and it appeared and I witnessed a tornado strike the two houses across the street. Ironically, these are the same two houses that suffered fairly substantial damage when Hurricane Bob struck in 1991…when I saw five 70+ foot tall trees literally pull up the ground (and street) and fall onto the houses. However, in last night’s dream these houses had windows blown out, roofs pulled off, and then explosions (gas?).
I ran downstairs to my parents bedroom and grabbed my Mom just as the roof and 2nd floor of our house got sucked off. We ended up grabbing onto a post to secure ourselves (my parents bedroom in real life had no such convenient post) and then the storm was over just as quickly as it hit.
What does this say about me?
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I have that dream all the time (though, obviously not with the same details), though I was tornado-traumatized at a very early age.
Hmmmmm…the pic came out great. LOL….but was it worth what you put me though to get it????
Up here, people are beginning to go just a bit nuts. It’s incessantly dark and wet, and there’s little hope for much if any improvement. Mildew is forming on things both inside and out. And we’re all getting sick of ark jokes.
Oh yeah, the photo doesn’t show it very well, but i was on this stone that sticks out about 10 feet. And below me was a 20+ foot drop to a more rocks. Deano was determined that I’d fall off (so was I, to be honest).
And yes, Will, this weather is really bad. On the plus side, today is supposed to be the first sunny/dry day in 8 days! WOO HOO