|Here's Left Brain barnstorming the Tropic Winds RV resort in his bi-plane. He's such a rogue pilot!|
There are days I hate the wind and the constant flapping of the cabana and wondering if we'll become airborne at some point. I do recall specifically wishing the wind would stop...just STOP! I understand why some of the pioneer women crossing the great plains went insane. The wind never stops. Of course, it may have been from living in a covered wagon with a bunch of howling kids, pregnant, wearing a dress and never having a break. That might be it. But I still think it was the wind.
Well...be careful what you wish for. The wind stopped today. There was a respite last week also and I'm sensing a pattern here. When the temperature is in the 80's and the humidity is 100% - the wind dies down to nothing.
Then I find myself wishing for the wind again - just a breeze...anything. I guess I'm never happy.
Long Live the Queen of the Wind