Y’all, I’m popping on today to tell you this very important fact:
It’s so windy.
Like, so windy.
I was over here, chillin’ out max and relaxin’ all cool, looking at my northern friends’ IG feeds of them feeding in subzero temperatures thinking I was some sort of winter sun goddess or something for being outside all this (albeit–they tell me–very mild) winter in just a plain old jacket sans hat and gloves and then…
I mean, there is no better way to harsh my winter sun goddess mellow than to look at a forecast like this:
So yes. I recognize we definitely have the long end of the proverbial stick because it’s not snowing and this windy, but what on earth is the point of having a mild winter if it’s so windy you can hardly walk outside? We’d actually love some moisture, though, ps, if anybody up north wants to trade for a couple of days. And also, what on earth is the point of having a personal blog if I can’t gripe about my own personal least favorite (even before we moved here) weather phenomenon? And I’m not exaggerating. Wacey can’t even play outside because it’s too hard for him to stay upright. There’s something cruel about it being fifty degrees and still coping with cabin fever because we can’t go out.
And it can’t be fun to be a baby calf in this business. Woof. See above picture for proof. It’s handy that their mamas are hefty hefty hefty and thus excellent windbreaks, and that we have our fair share of abundantly-sized yucca under which the babies can hunker down when their mamas are otherwise occupied.
Anyways. If you’re snowed in and reading this, maybe it’s just making you feel angry. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s making you think that winter in the Southwest is just not all it’s cracked up to be. Unless you like wind. In which case, have I got the place for you!
Hokay. I’m done with my griping.
Actually, I’d like to call it whinging, because it feels both more sophisticated and adolescent all at the same time #thanksbritain.