Blowin’ in the wind
Yesterday when I went out to my car there was so much dirt layered atop it that I thought an undertaker had been by with a shovel. Before the paranoia could really get cranking, I crossed the street and looked at my neighbor’s car: same thing. Indeed, every car on the street looked like the victim of the latest Biblical plague: airborne dirt. Later, a service writer at the Ford dealership told me that it had been on the news: Some vicious wind had come whistling through the valley last night and deposited dirt everywhere. (And no, it wasn’t anyone at TMZ.com.)
Just now I took my dog for a bike ride. (Well, I pedal, she runs alongside.) There was so much grit in the air I felt like I was in one of those asteroid disaster movies. Since 1988, southern California has had earthquakes, mud slides, deluges, drought, riots, and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Now this.