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2007-03-29 - 7:02 p.m. Around four o'clock in the morning a strong south wind started screaming and shrieking around my bedroom window so I woke up about every 10 minutes for the next two hours. When I finally got up it was to my most hated kind of day. I try to like most weather, but grey, grim, gritty, dry, windy days are my Achilles heel. I hate them. There's something about them that just gets to me and makes me very unhappy. Windy and any sort of moisture - I'm fine with it. Windy and grey and dry - no. I drove to work: I just couldn't face that wind. But when I'm in a space I really don't want to be, I play: if I had my farm what would I do with a day like this? Because, you know, I wouldn't like a day like today any better on my farm. I don't want to just stay inside - there's nothing cozy about being inside with a dry wind outside, not like how cozy it is on a rainy or snowy day. I want to be somewhere where I don't even know what's going on outside. I think I'd like a workshop out in my barn. A cozy warm place where the wind would be muffled and there would be friendly animals to gossip with about the nasty weather. I could spend the day out there refinishing furniture or painting or something. And when I went back into my farmhouse in the afternoon when the wind had died and the sun had come out, I'd go sit in my sunroom admidst all the green growing things there - the spring flowers and the splashing fountain - with the sun pouring in, finally. I think I just need for it to be green - soon.
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