Living in a dustbowl

 Days like yesterday make me sympathetic and empathetic to people who lived through the dirty thirties. My trash carts kept blowing over…. No real surprise there. But the wind was so strong that I feared for the safety of the baby goats. I only left them out for about 20 minutes before my paranoia ran full circle and I brought them into our back room to roam indoors. These are the days when I don’t hate my dilapidated ole back room that was never finished and is only roughed in. Who cares if the kids roam free and make a mess. Just sweep it up. It’s just an add-on to chicken brooder messes, storage, laundry and so on. Also, Pumpkin lives back there. I call Pumpkin my purgatory cat. He can’t get along with the outdoor cats and live outside and I doesn’t matter if he could get along with the indoor cats because we already have too many cats inside and he can’t live inside. He also beat up and possibly was the death of one of the neighbors cats, adding to the reasons we can’t just let him run loose. So he can’t be in and he can’t be out. He lives in between the worlds. In purgatory. 

Oh, the wind. So we lived in the OK panhandle for a year and I had never seen so many brown sky days as that year! But that is what my day was like yesterday and what today is shaping up to look like as well. 

Yesterday was an extreme fire risk day. Thankfully the wond was out of the south. Because there was a wildfire a few miles north of me. North and west. Only about 5 miles away. They said it was as big as a football field. 

These are high anxiety days for me. But also rich with gratitude. I just tend to hide inside as much as I possibly can. And pray. For safety. For the wind to calm. For fire fighters to be safe. For people to be safe. 

Today I’m grateful for my little home in the country and that it may be full of dirt and dust but it is still standing. 

This was the view on Friday, March 14, 2025.