The Santa Anas blew hard last night, and this morning we woke to giant palm fronds draped everywhere in the back yard and blankets of leaves and flowers covering the front lawn. Sophie has had some very big, prolonged seizures, which I'm going to blame on the hot, dry winds, and I continue to tamp down residual rage. Blame it on the winds.
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen.
Love Raymond Chandler.
ReplyDeleteThese Santa Ana winds bring with them the strangest vibe sometimes. October is notorious for them.
ReplyDeleteHating this for you all. Most especially, as usual, sweet Sophie.
Just stay away from the carving knife! Not that you're meek. Anything but!
ReplyDeletethe Chandler quote is perfect, tightly-coiled dread. must be what you feel, far too often. dear elizabeth, dear sophie.
ReplyDeleteWell, I don't know what they call the icy winds that blow through here and result in sideways rain and piles of sodden leaves, but if they don't induce seizures, you're all welcome to come hang out in Seattle and wait out those Santa Anas...
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Hi Elizabeth, I am a pediatric occupational therapist and just stumbled across your blog and this video. I can't quite find the words to explain how impactful I think this video is. I am going to share it with all of my therapist friends. I hope you know how important this is and how far-reaching this project is likely to be. Thank you!
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