winds, and whines
The winds reached gusts up to 90 miles per hour on Monday night. Called um Snook winds. And yep, they ate all the snow away. I am not a fan of the wind. Breezes are fine, but when someone tickles the Eagle I really, really go into panic mode.
Ok, there once was a boy named Washshew. Washshew was a great hunter for his tribe, but he had one problem. It was always windy where he lived. Time and time again when he was on a hunt he would have a deer in his sites and the wind would whip around, change direction and blow his sent to the prey. He was a mighty hunter, but seemed to lose more that he caught. And he blamed it all on the wind. One day, in a great frustration he went to ask his wise grandmother where the wind came from.
His grandmother told him a story about the Great Eagle.
“Grandmother, what does the Great Eagle do?”
“Little Washshew, the Great Eagle spreads its mighty wings wide and flaps them.”
“Grandmother, where is the Great Eagle”
Grandmother, who was a wise woman after all said, “Washshew why do you need to know where the Great Eagle is?”
Washshew, who know knew that his grandmother was wiser than he gave her credit for said “I just was wondering is all.”
Grandmother knew better, especially since he had been complaining about the wind for many days, but none the less, she told him that the Great Eagle was on top of the mighty mountain.
Washshew, being a good little boy thanked his grandmother and left, his mind buzzing with what he would do next. If he could stop the Great Eagle from flapping its wings, the wind would stop and he could finally get in a good hunt! So he gathered his bow and arrow and some rope and he set off to find the Great Eagle.
As Washshew got closer to the mountains the winds got worse. He knew he must be on the right track. When finally, at the top of the mountain he saw the great beast. This was a great being, so treating it with respect he approached the Great Eagle. It was a mighty Eagle. Its mighty legs seemed to be as thick as trees, and its claws were razor sharp and as long as a whole buck. Washshew tried to not think about the danger and slowly approached the Great Eagle. The eagle, looked upon the little man, its mighty wings slowed.
“Mighty Eagle,” addressed Washshew shouting to be heard over the wind. The wind was too much for the human. The Great Eagle watched as he was whipped around where he stood. The Great Eagle’s eyes grew small with suspension. Still flapping its wings, the eagle noticed the hair whip around the little man’s head. Curious at what the little thing might want, for the first time since its birth, the Great Eagle stopped flapping its wings.
Washshew smiled, “Thank you Great Eagle. I have come to beg of you to stop making the mighty winds.”
The bird looked as if it were laughing. “I cannot stop the winds.”
Washshew gathered his bow and an arrow with a rope tied around it. He quickly shot the arrow and it plunged into its great wing. He quickly ran around the great bird wrapping him up in the rope, but the bird was too big. Washshew ran out of the rope. Thinking fast he pulled the rope and dragged the great bird into a nearby crevice in the mountain.
“I am sorry Great Eagle, but I need the winds to stop.” The Great Eagle struggled but found that he was well and truly stuck. The Great Eagle said to the little man, “You will see.”
Washshew, feeling quite please with himself strutted off the mountain. The first day, tracking was easier without all the wind, but he found that the animals were always on high alert. Something was wrong, and without the wind to mask his footsteps, every twig Washshew stepped on, sounded louder than before. His own breathing alerted a nearby rabbit.
A week had gone by. Aside from his grandmother giving him nasty looks, he found that his home and his village were starting to smell bad. The deer hides that had been curing in the sun started to smell, and wash the scent into the homes. The place where they made water was stagnant and the people had to hold their noses. The summer days were so hot the people could hardly move. Without the breezes there was nothing to dry the sweat from their bodies and so the people got dirtier faster. Washshew was beginning to see his mistake.
That night his grandmother stood on a stool and hit Washshew on the head. “What has happened to the Great Eagle?” Washshew rubbed his head, “I know, I’ll fit it tomorrow.” That night was in a way worse than the day. At least in the heat of the day you could go into the shade. But at night, there was no relief from the heat. The smells were nose offending and toe curling. Well before dawn Washshew went to find the Great Eagle.
It was right where he had left him, still trying to get free. Washshew approached the Great Eagle. “I am sorry for the trick I pulled on you. I am going to untie you, and I hope you won’t kill me.” The Great Eagle sighed. He had his job and he wanted to get back to it. Washshew helped the Great Eagle get free of the craves, and unwrapped him. The Great Eagle stretched its mighty wings. Washshew ducked his head waiting the deathblow he was sure would come.
But the Great Eagle just looked at the man. Washshew looked up, “I am sorry again for what I did. I was just tired of the wind all the time. “The Eagle looked at the man, “I cannot change who I am.”
“Oh, oh yes, I wasn’t asking that. Just please, could you maybe not blow as hard? Or take a day off now and again?” Washshew looked hopeful. The Great Eagle thought about it. “Perhaps.” Washshew smiled. But the Great Eagle couldn’t let this man go without his punishment. It spread its wings wide and flapped them hard. Washshew’s clothes and all his body hair were blown clean off. Washshew walked away slowly and went home. His hair never grew back, and his grandmother just smiled.
This is a Native American story as told to me. I could have said it better, and probably could have written more, but you get the jest of it.
To sum up, I classify bad winds as two different kinds. God sneezes (Which a quick bursts of wind that come out of nowhere, last about a minute or two, then go away.) And Eagle tickles (when the winds kick up, and are a constant strong bad wind. ) So when the winds get too bad I have to remind myself that they are needed. I had to drive to work on that day (they said we had gusts up to 90MPH) My hands were red when I got there from gripping the wheel so hard.
Winds are good...
I tried to use my new camera and it won’t mesh with my computer. It was a cheap piece of poop. Maybe I can still take it back? *Fingers crossed* so I took pictures of my paint job with the disposable camera. Not as fun, but it works. I’ll post them when the roll is full. So, about a month from how. But I wanted to put the room back together.
Today is my birthday. Frosty got me a Joker Bobble Head. But other than that, it’s just another day. Tonight after I tuck in BB I’ll drink my glass of Plum Wine I always allow myself. And maybe watch a movie. What a party animal I am! Sunday is the next day Frosty has off, so we are going somewhere out to eat.
Happy new year all!
Ok, there once was a boy named Washshew. Washshew was a great hunter for his tribe, but he had one problem. It was always windy where he lived. Time and time again when he was on a hunt he would have a deer in his sites and the wind would whip around, change direction and blow his sent to the prey. He was a mighty hunter, but seemed to lose more that he caught. And he blamed it all on the wind. One day, in a great frustration he went to ask his wise grandmother where the wind came from.
His grandmother told him a story about the Great Eagle.
“Grandmother, what does the Great Eagle do?”
“Little Washshew, the Great Eagle spreads its mighty wings wide and flaps them.”
“Grandmother, where is the Great Eagle”
Grandmother, who was a wise woman after all said, “Washshew why do you need to know where the Great Eagle is?”
Washshew, who know knew that his grandmother was wiser than he gave her credit for said “I just was wondering is all.”
Grandmother knew better, especially since he had been complaining about the wind for many days, but none the less, she told him that the Great Eagle was on top of the mighty mountain.
Washshew, being a good little boy thanked his grandmother and left, his mind buzzing with what he would do next. If he could stop the Great Eagle from flapping its wings, the wind would stop and he could finally get in a good hunt! So he gathered his bow and arrow and some rope and he set off to find the Great Eagle.
As Washshew got closer to the mountains the winds got worse. He knew he must be on the right track. When finally, at the top of the mountain he saw the great beast. This was a great being, so treating it with respect he approached the Great Eagle. It was a mighty Eagle. Its mighty legs seemed to be as thick as trees, and its claws were razor sharp and as long as a whole buck. Washshew tried to not think about the danger and slowly approached the Great Eagle. The eagle, looked upon the little man, its mighty wings slowed.
“Mighty Eagle,” addressed Washshew shouting to be heard over the wind. The wind was too much for the human. The Great Eagle watched as he was whipped around where he stood. The Great Eagle’s eyes grew small with suspension. Still flapping its wings, the eagle noticed the hair whip around the little man’s head. Curious at what the little thing might want, for the first time since its birth, the Great Eagle stopped flapping its wings.
Washshew smiled, “Thank you Great Eagle. I have come to beg of you to stop making the mighty winds.”
The bird looked as if it were laughing. “I cannot stop the winds.”
Washshew gathered his bow and an arrow with a rope tied around it. He quickly shot the arrow and it plunged into its great wing. He quickly ran around the great bird wrapping him up in the rope, but the bird was too big. Washshew ran out of the rope. Thinking fast he pulled the rope and dragged the great bird into a nearby crevice in the mountain.
“I am sorry Great Eagle, but I need the winds to stop.” The Great Eagle struggled but found that he was well and truly stuck. The Great Eagle said to the little man, “You will see.”
Washshew, feeling quite please with himself strutted off the mountain. The first day, tracking was easier without all the wind, but he found that the animals were always on high alert. Something was wrong, and without the wind to mask his footsteps, every twig Washshew stepped on, sounded louder than before. His own breathing alerted a nearby rabbit.
A week had gone by. Aside from his grandmother giving him nasty looks, he found that his home and his village were starting to smell bad. The deer hides that had been curing in the sun started to smell, and wash the scent into the homes. The place where they made water was stagnant and the people had to hold their noses. The summer days were so hot the people could hardly move. Without the breezes there was nothing to dry the sweat from their bodies and so the people got dirtier faster. Washshew was beginning to see his mistake.
That night his grandmother stood on a stool and hit Washshew on the head. “What has happened to the Great Eagle?” Washshew rubbed his head, “I know, I’ll fit it tomorrow.” That night was in a way worse than the day. At least in the heat of the day you could go into the shade. But at night, there was no relief from the heat. The smells were nose offending and toe curling. Well before dawn Washshew went to find the Great Eagle.
It was right where he had left him, still trying to get free. Washshew approached the Great Eagle. “I am sorry for the trick I pulled on you. I am going to untie you, and I hope you won’t kill me.” The Great Eagle sighed. He had his job and he wanted to get back to it. Washshew helped the Great Eagle get free of the craves, and unwrapped him. The Great Eagle stretched its mighty wings. Washshew ducked his head waiting the deathblow he was sure would come.
But the Great Eagle just looked at the man. Washshew looked up, “I am sorry again for what I did. I was just tired of the wind all the time. “The Eagle looked at the man, “I cannot change who I am.”
“Oh, oh yes, I wasn’t asking that. Just please, could you maybe not blow as hard? Or take a day off now and again?” Washshew looked hopeful. The Great Eagle thought about it. “Perhaps.” Washshew smiled. But the Great Eagle couldn’t let this man go without his punishment. It spread its wings wide and flapped them hard. Washshew’s clothes and all his body hair were blown clean off. Washshew walked away slowly and went home. His hair never grew back, and his grandmother just smiled.
This is a Native American story as told to me. I could have said it better, and probably could have written more, but you get the jest of it.
To sum up, I classify bad winds as two different kinds. God sneezes (Which a quick bursts of wind that come out of nowhere, last about a minute or two, then go away.) And Eagle tickles (when the winds kick up, and are a constant strong bad wind. ) So when the winds get too bad I have to remind myself that they are needed. I had to drive to work on that day (they said we had gusts up to 90MPH) My hands were red when I got there from gripping the wheel so hard.
Winds are good...
I tried to use my new camera and it won’t mesh with my computer. It was a cheap piece of poop. Maybe I can still take it back? *Fingers crossed* so I took pictures of my paint job with the disposable camera. Not as fun, but it works. I’ll post them when the roll is full. So, about a month from how. But I wanted to put the room back together.
Today is my birthday. Frosty got me a Joker Bobble Head. But other than that, it’s just another day. Tonight after I tuck in BB I’ll drink my glass of Plum Wine I always allow myself. And maybe watch a movie. What a party animal I am! Sunday is the next day Frosty has off, so we are going somewhere out to eat.
Happy new year all!