Why I Hate Wind

Hurricane season always brings the memories of the two we experienced during our time in The Philippines. Because the storms came from the Pacific Ocean they were called typhoon rather than hurricane. They still have the same construction.

One of them skirted Clark Air Base, but the other hit us full on. Philippines – Google Maps  Where we were was in Angeles City which was north of Manila. In 1968 Typhoon Ora struck The Philippines as a category 4 with winds of 140 mph. Of course by the time it got to us inland, it had dropped in intensity after moving over land. Regardless it was very powerful when it struck us.

I remember my dad saying he had to get the flight line ready for the storm but would be back home. He was a crew chief and this was two or three days before it’s approach. Thankfully this was in between his TDY trips to Phan Rang, Vietnam and he was able to be there with us while it occurred. I remember all of us spending time trying to cover the windows, getting all of our towels and sheets to use for wet floors. We picked up things that were on the floor and set them on beds. Ridiculous I know but we had no experience with this situation.

I had my own bedroom and felt very possessive over my things, and I fully intended to guard my room from the storm. I was a naïve 13 year old.

It was early in the day when it finally hit us. The sky was typical thunderstorm dark grey/blue. I remember standing outside looking at the clouds. They were startlingly low and moving in dizzy, wind driven swirls. At first there wasn’t much lightning, that came later on.

I recall tree limbs, boards and other debris flying by, carried by the wind in it’s steady increase in strength. The rain went from a steady drizzle, to rain showers to heavy rain shafts that flooded our yard. Behind our house was a ravine about three feet deep, that normally had nothing more than a few inches of water in it, and a railroad track which was submerged by this little creek within an hour or so.

Our street in Josefa subdivision, a dirt road, was covered side to side in water. As the storm gained on us and the heart of it came near the sound of the wind is something I will never forget. To this day, strong winds cause me worry and anxiety. During this time, which now I realize was the eye wall, I watched as the ceiling in my bedroom would lift a foot or so then slam down. Over and over it did this as I worked to keep as much dry as possible while I would stare out at the sky with each lifting.

Being new to this kind of thing when all of a sudden it calmed, I was ecstatic. My sisters and I ran outside and the clouds were all around us but there was patchy sunlight. My dad explained it was the eye of the storm – the middle and there was more coming. I was devastated by this news. I was determined to stand out there and watch it show up.

Unexpectedly the eye wall hit, and I truly mean it was unexpected to the young teen watching. A strong wind whipped across me with enough strength to push me back into our carport. Immediately rain was flying horizontally. Dad yelled for me to come inside and just as I passed him he said the neighbors large storage building flew away. It was later found in pieces a mile away. We gathered together in the living room, all of us soaking wet, the floor with a couple of inches of standing water and sang hymns, prayed, and waited. Sometime during the night Ora left us.

The next day Mom and I took all of our clothes, towels, sheets, curtains etc., on the base to the laundry to clean everything and dry it. We only had an old fashioned wringer washer and clothes line at our house.

I will never forget that experience and I have such empathy for those who have to go through it. Each time there is a storm I have this morbid curiosity about it and end up watching videos of the storms, and the storm surge.   🌀

I hate the wind.

Cheers!

-N

Using Tools to Push Myself

I will be joining other writers unpublished and published in the Great Big Indie Author Launchpad Challenge with the idea of being part of a group of people who, like me, have the goal of writing 1000 words a day for 21 days. I think doing this will put me over the top of completion.

I’m excited for the challenge and look forward to the progress I will make. I have to use the next 10 days to finish the edits on another story so I can hand it off to a beta reader and be unencumbered with any other projects.

Gotta cut these nails

I have included below the link to the challenge below if you want to get onboard.

These nails are a bit too long to type quickly and without errors so they will need to be taken down. They are natural not created by a nail tech. An added bonus for you is the adorable pic of my handsome grandson at Disneyland with McQueen in Radiator Springs. He is my screensaver.

Cheers!

-N

 

https://www.chapterbuzz.com/challenge

Being a recluse

I’m troubled, relishing the aloneness of this evening.

I have times when the presence of other humans is stressful. I would rather write which I have been doing for the last two hours, watch YouTube music videos, and enjoy some good wine while wishing it was 68 degrees outside. We are in the throes of the monsoon season in southern Arizona which, believe it or not is a reprieve from the oppressive 110 degree heat of June.

Dry heat is still hot.

My yard which is nothing like the desert where I live is green and lush now thanks to the rain. I love it, however except for early morning or after dark it is still very warm with humidity like Florida. So I hide rather than enjoying it. At least the wee arid land mosquitoes aren’t too troublesome.

I’m planning to be part of Great Big Indie Author Launchpad Challenge. Starting in September I will begin. I’ve set up my chapter page where I check in and post my progress.

I’m planning to write 1000 words a day for 21 days. It should put me at near completion for my first contemporary fiction. I’ll keep you posted.

Cheers!

-N

Humans 😠

This story moved me because I remember my brave, blessed, beautiful father sharing with me some of his experiences in Vietnam where my dad related a similar experience while stationed at Phan Rang, Vietnam. He was in the USAF and took care of the B57 that were running bombing sorties over North Vietnam. Years later dad and I shared stories of his tour in Vietnam and my experiences as a young teen in the Philippines during the same time.

He told me about an order they had gotten telling them not to approach any Vietnamese children who might be alone walking across the base. It was because the Viet Cong (VC, North Vietnamese) would wrap the children in explosives and once a soft hearted American would come up to one of these little children to find out how to take care of them and the child was instructed to trigger the explosive when this happened.

He said that often these were 2-3 year old females. He was the father of three girls.

If you can handle it, look into the atrocities the Japanese committed against the Chinese in Nanking. The mind of a human who can do this to another human must be a repulsively, nasty, dark, dirty place.

My dad, a man who loved to laugh and took you for face value, suffered from his experiences and knowledge of the hell one human can put another human through.

If you want to support Ephraim and join their army check out their link:

https://strongholdrescue.org/support

Cheers!

-N