Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
If the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
This kind of describes my house when the wind is blowing outside at night just as I'm trying to go to sleep.
Some nights the wind is gentle and barely shakes the house. Its a nice "ahhhh" because it feels like you are floating on water, laying on one of those inflatable mattress similar to the ones we used to lie on in the water.
You know the one with a slow leak, that cause you to start sinking after an hour? The same one you fall asleep on and wake up because the cold water has crept over the softening sides? The one we lived on as teenagers?
When the wind is nastier, with hints of a hurricane, then the house feels a bit like a rocker modified by the guy on Home Improvement.
Whish, whish, whish, whish. The house rocks and rolls like a dancer from the 50's. The song? Rock around the Clock!
There are nights, I wonder if the house is going to be pushed off the stilts and bounced across the ground by the strong wind. Other nights I wake up out of a sound sleep because the wind quit and the silence is so deafening. Its like my mind is missing its teddy bear and I have to wake up. Sometimes it takes me an hour or two to get back to sleep.
In regard to my house, let's just say that so far, it's still in one piece and has not fallen apart.......... yet.
Some night
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