The wind again, yesterday I thought my house was going to blow over.   My house is pretty sound proof but because of the fans I can hear the wind in the bathrooms.  Things were hitting other things and there was something banging against my deck somewhere.  I was too afraid to go look.  I had to force myself to go into the bathroom, (for some reason).

My dog senses my fear of wind because he was whining all day. I had to force him to go to the bathroom too. I had grab his collar and force him to go out, which meant holding the door open twice.  He did his business and ran back in, along with a gust of wind making it harder to close the door again.

And the dust and dirt!!  Oh my goodness. Utah isn't considered a dust bowl, usually.  I had to go out last night and was grateful that it started snaining because the wind calmed down a little. Snaining - rain turning to snow - snaining. When I turned my windshield wipers on . . . mud . . . I kid you not.

Crazy year for Utah. 60 - 70 degrees out for several weeks.  Virtually no winter. Then, the one day I actually have to go outside my house, we get the worst snow storm all year.

An unnatural fear of the wind.

I have a fairly new house. Your not supposed to be able to hear the wind so much in a new house right? Wrong.

I've always had this unnatural fear of the wind. I get so nervous that I want to crouch down in a corner somewhere and plug my ears.

Ear plugs help a bit.

Someone suggested that it could be because when I was young . . . ger, my dad took my siblings and me fishing on a pontoon boat he built. We went almost every weekend.

Whenever the wind came up my dad would cuss just a little, while steering the boat to the dock. He had to judge the wind speed so that the wind didn't push the boat into the dock too hard or cause us to miss the dock altogether. This always made me tense up so much, it was as if holding my breath and willing the boat to go the right way would secure a safe docking.

Dad always had such a good nature I almost never saw him get mad or flustered. Except on that boat with the wind blowing. (Or of course when he lost a fish. But that's just fisherman language, so that doesn't count. Or so I've been told.)

I can still hear him saying quietly with his pipe clinch between his teeth, "oh hell" as he revved the engines in reverse so has not to hit the dock or another boat. Or a little bit louder, "Hells Bells" as he would stand a little bit out of the captains chair and turn the wheel sharply back to the high rolling waves to make another run at it.

Ok enough!! I put earplugs in when I started this blog, but I just saw,(and heard) a tree branch hit my window.

Oh h-e-double toothpick!! Little corner her I come.

Well I got the Survey done. Fianlly.

I scheduled the survey and before it was done, the neighbors moved thier fence. Wonder of wonders.

Rude Neighbor #1 worrier.

My #1 stupid worry is getting a survey done on my property.

Stupid Huh!

I don't think it's stupid but my husband sure does. For some reason this has been my number 1 worry for years.

We bought a 2 acre piece of property several years ago. It runs in an L shape so we had it surveyed and survey stakes put in. Because of the odd shape we have 5 neighbors, 3 on the west side and 2 on the east side. Gluttons for punishment aren't we. After the survey was done we noticed that the old fence on the west side started about 2 feet on our side of the property line. About 6 years ago one of my neighbors, a lady, who shares that property line put up a new fence an additional 2 feet past my property line, and they removed the survey stake.

We eventually want to subdivide the property so we need every bit of the acreage to get a permit to do so.

I told her she needed to move the fence and she got very defensive about it and claimed a it was exactly where the old fence was, and if it was on my property it is now grandfathered over to her.

WHAT?!!!

Of course then I got defensive and told her to move it or I would just tear it out. To which she said "You better not touch that fence or you'll be sorry." Due to the fact that her live-in-boyfriend shot my dog a few years ago, I took the threat seriously.

So I called the city code enforcement police. A very nice officer came to my home and told me our city doesn't recognize the grandfather clause and if I would get a spot survey done they would come and protect me while I tear the fence down.

Geez, I feel like I'm one of the Hatfields and McCoys.

I was shocked when I got the bid, $800 for the spot survey. The surveyor said that the entire property could be done for a few hundred dollars more.

My husband doesn't want to have it done. His standard refusal is "If you can find a way to pay for it go ahead" which is his way of saying, no way - forget it. It is also his way of getting his digs into me about getting another job. (But that's another worry, I mean story)