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.