The Wind Blew

I took the dogs for a walk early again today. The day was grey, the wind blew cold, but it was bearable enough for a walk.

I came home and took to my couch, with Brun and Otto on either side of me, cuddled up to me like two hotties. Every now and again, they played musical couches by jumping off and swapped sides.

The rain fell. The day looked bleak.

Sam made filled pasta with meatballs for lunch.

In the afternoon, the weather became way more unsettled with the wind blowing, followed by the rain falling.

I fell down the Facebook rabbit hole, which I don't do so much lately, but I did today.

And then somehow it was 3 hours later and I forced myself to log out of it.

Then there was a huge crash, as the wind blew and the rain fell, and I thought I should go and investigate that, but, you know, the wind was blowing and the rain was falling, and I was covered in my trusty pink blanket and inside seemed infinitely preferable to the outside.

But, pretty soon after that, Otto went to the back door and wanted to go out, so I took it as a sign to go and investigate the before mentioned crash.

The large pot of succulents blew off the top of the back yard stairs parapet - the stairs have two brick pillars at the top and bottom, with brick walls up the sides of the steps connecting them - and smashed on the stairs themselves. 

How the hell? That pot is a big, clay pot, that takes some effort to even pick up. How on earth did the wind do that? I would never have believed it, if I hadn't seen it. I looked around to see if a branch from one of the trees had fallen and knocked it, but no, there were no fallen branches.

I cut the end of my finger when I was cleaning it up broken pot, with Otto’s supervision. He's adorable, standing in the middle of it all watching everything I was doing closely.

The razor sharp edge of the pottery pot sliced my finger with surgical precision so easily. Just like that. Ffffft.

"Oh, damn!" I stuck it straight into my mouth. We do that, don't we.

The blood was bright red and plentiful oozing out the slice in the end of my righthand ring finger.

So, I came inside to attend to that. We only have these ridiculously large bandaids at the moment, not sure why we have them, but that’s what we have. So, my finger now has a huge bandage.

And now I'm back on the couch. Lovely.

Ah, Friday.

I might make some more coffee.