If you remember "Winnie the Pooh and the blustery day," let me tell you that bear doesn't know sick-um about blustery. Friday is trash pick-up day in our hood. About 9:00 AM a front came through and the winds of 40 to 60 mph did a real number on the neighborhood trash-especially the recycling stuff. I put our trash on the curb about 6:00 AM when it was calm and headed for Keri and Eric's to take the early shift with the twins. The winds hit 2-3 hours later. At 9:00 I was chasing down two huge boxes that had contained highchairs for the twins. I caught one about a block down the street. The second one hadn't made it that far. At 10:00 AM I chased the boxes again and only found one. Hope whoever finds the second box will give it a good home or at least recycle it. Several of the neighbors were out trying figure out which rubberized trash container belonged to whom. They can all meet half way down the block tomorrow and exchange trash barrels. One recycling container had held several empty wine bottles (Australian wine no less) and the bottles had blown into the street where they either broke on their own or someone ran over them. Either way it was a mess and a hazard to tires. I left a message for Keri to call me before she came home to warn her. Then I decided to get a push broom and go over to the next cul-de-sac where the bottles were broken and where K & E live and sweep up the glass. I got the gal who lives behind us to help. I don't think they could have backed their car out without puncturing a tire. I swept the chunks of glass to the curb and she swept up the pieces up and put them in the trash.
I don't ever want to hear another Coloradoan talk about Wyoming wind.