27 mph from the South
This day would be akin to the day decades ago when Kevin and his cousin Eric were flying kites. Orlin worked at 3M at that time and had brought home a vinyl kite resembling a bat. I am sure it was in relationship to the black electrical tape that they manufactured.
The boys had a spool of my rug warp with a dowel. It may have been held by both of them, one on each end. Orlin helped them get the kite strung to the warp. I can still see them standing on the south side of the schoolhouse that we lived in at that time. A few rocky starts to get the kite aloft. The wind from the north finally caught the kite and it was a go. There was shouting and screaming that brought the rest of us outside. The rug warp was spinning on the dowel and the bat kite was off in the northern skies. I do not remember anything other than the kite being a black dot in the northern skies. Perhaps the warp finally broke or it may have been cut . . . there was no retrieving that kite. The small boys couldn’t believe what their eyes had beheld and what had slipped swiftly through their fingers . . . literally. Funny how a fierce wind can bring sweet memories to mind. Sweet.
Well . . . with the winds today I did stay indoors and finished the cleaning in the west porch. I knew if I digressed it might not get finished and I would be disappointed in myself. I am not sure what that tells of my personality. Over the last 72 years, on and off, I have been dusting the old wooden spindle glider rocking chair. I have a strong emotional attachment to it. 
It was $3.50 of Mom and Dad’s wedding gift money that was spent on this wonderful rocker. May I be able to dust and polish it for many more years.
Dennis took turns taking the vehicles to the car wash. It is sweet when they can be washed this time of the year and not have the doors freeze shut. In between times, the stepladder was put up against the bathroom window to get it washed one more time. With the early snow that melted and the high winds that have brought dust from God knows where, the window was in need of one more cleaning. That window allows me to keep track of Dennis in the patio porch. Not so much keep track but assure me that all is well.
My last hurrah today was mopping the kitchen, bathroom and entry floors. Oh how I love a clean and tidy home . . . be it ever so humble.
I didn’t even want to look ahead at the weather forecast. I am going to relish what is left of this day and praise the Lord for it. There is much to be thankful for here on Stauffer Avenue. May you also find praise in your day for your life.