It Blew Nobody Any Good

There was an ill wind on Thursday, my errand day. It was preceded by a black sky and downpour around noon. I felt sad for The Pony. At least the rain stopped within an hour. The wind continued to increase. I didn't look up the wind speed. That would have been too depressing, and might have discouraged me from heading to town! I will say that when I felt the effects, that wind seemed to gust stronger than the day it was 50 mph.

I survived my walk from the gas pumps into Casey's. As always on windy days, I parked so the wind would blow T-Hoe's large and heavy door open, and not slam it to amputate my legs as I tried to get in and out. At Country Mart, I had to park so far down the line of six handicap spaces that I just entered through the pharmacy door, and walked the length of that place to get a cart. 

The bank was my main problem. Still no drive-thru service. I figured that once I got in front of the building, I'd be fine, with the wind slowed by the brick structure. I was almost toppled in the five steps from T-Hoe to the ramp with handrails. I hung on to a rail with my left hand, while holding down my flapping shirt with my right. Nobody needs to see THAT indecent exposure. The Pony said I was on the verge of doing a Marilyn Monroe.

Speaking of The Pony, the wind was not kind to mailpeople either. And yet The Pony had sympathy for the city workers.

"I felt sorry for the street workers, or whoever was in charge of pouring concrete. They had just completed a patch, and had orange cones up around it to keep people from walking there. But the wind had blown two of the orange cones into the fresh concrete! It wasn't completely soft, but it wasn't yet solid. The cones were just barely too far for me to reach them, or I would have pulled them out. They had made lines where they scooted across. I was afraid if I tried, the wind would hit me and push me into the fresh concrete!"

Yeah. Nobody needs a Pony trapped in a sidewalk. The thought of a good deed will have to suffice.