5/11/10 - If you want to get something done outside in springtime southwestern New Mexico, you have to get out early in the day. By afternoon the relentless sun has heated up the parched earth and the dry air over it and the wind cranks up.
It's possible to work in the wind, of course, depending on what you're doing. Sowing seeds doesn't work too well, nor does spraying weeds. Burning a brush pile is out of the question. Hacking at caliche is ok, as long as you keep your back to the wind so the dust blows away from you. I know these things. Cats do not.
Bob and Obie go out briefly in the morning, then come right back in and snooze until late afternoon, unless we throw them out for infractions like tracking dust all over the computer keyboard and sitting in front of the screen. By the time they're ready to go outside on their own, it's windy. They hate that.
The wind is booming out there this afternoon, with a predictable effect on our cats. Obie paces around on the desk, back and forth, around the laptop, in front of the screen. "I'm booorrred!" Bob sits on the corner of the desk and pouts until I notice him. When I take interest in his desires, he leads me out to the windows and cries, as though I can do something about the wind. When I don't make it stop, he complains to Ted, who says "Aw, suck it up and just go outside now. By the time the wind dies down, it'll be to late for you to go out."
For my contribution to the conversation, I add "You could fly a kite, Bob."
Ted quips, "You could BE a kite, Bob."