They call the wind--all kinds of names.

We’ve had some wind these past four to five days.

Hurricane force winds; leaving me feeling a lot like Dorothy—or Toto.

Around midnight, I heard what sounded like Santa’s sleigh dragging across the roof.

This morning we found a 12” x 10” jagged piece of shingle on the lawn. 

It looks a lot like our shingles but we didn't see any torn or missing shingles; then again we can’t see the very tippy top of the roof.


Then again, it could have blown all the way across town from someone else's house!

The teenager said he couldn’t sleep last night.

He worried the house was going to be torn asunder.  

Can’t blame him…I’ve had the same feeling, everyday, since the winds picked up last Friday.

Saturday evening we went to hear Ira Glass (of 'This American Life' fame).

As we walked across campus, an icy blast turned everything into a sheet of ice.

Yesterday, as the gales were still gusting upwards of 50 + mph, I stepped into Safeway.

This had blown in before me…

and was slowly tumbling down the baking aisle, checking out the sea salts.

I’ve posted on a previous occasion that before moving to Laramie, my belief was that tumbleweeds "were just movie props."

Now I know better.