Gusty with a chance of more gusts

So glad I went running yesterday instead of putting it off until today. We're experiencing some brutal winds today. If our grill can't withstand those gusts, I doubt my tiny frame (just humor me, please) could.

What great luck for us, we chose the windiest day of the year to plant new grass. Shaun planted it before the wind picked up last night. Then, at 10 o'clockish, we were out in the blowing rain trying to weigh the seed blankets down with 2x4s. Do nothing the easy way, that's our motto!

The seed blankets were all in place this morning, but our grill was not. It had scooted all the way across the deck. What fun we had searching the neighborhood for our grill cover.

I hate wind. Really, it's my least favorite of all the elements. When I first visited DeKalb, it was a horribly windy day. Central Kansas, where I lived at the time, is no stranger to great gusts. But there was something mean and depressing about the winds here in Illinois. I hated this place. My mom and I were here checking out the NIU COMS department. She asked me, Do you think you want to come here for your master's? I just started bawling.

And, eleven years later, here I am! The blustery weather was no match for the kind folks in the COMS department. They made me feel warm and welcome. Those folks are all long gone now, but I'm still hanging out in that same department. Funny how life is, huh?