Today the Wicked Wind of the North is blowing in Pamplona.
So, while the thermometers read around 10ºC, it feels closer to 0ºC (The picture is of the house in front of ours). Even the cats don't want to stay outside very long these days, and that is highly unusual. At least it looks like the wind is blowing away the rain clouds, so maybe it's not such a wicked wind after all, we'll just have to give it the benefit of the doubt. I think we'll have to make up a sun dance (definitely not a rain dance) and have the kids dance around the living room to see if that works, and if it doesn't we can always hope they'll tire themselves out (right, who am I kidding).
So, I guess we'll be staying at home as much as possible. Lucky for us, my order from Amazon just came, and now we have "Mad Libs" to play (those crazy little texts with blanks to fill in). I used to love these when I was a kid, and my friends and I would play this all the time. Of course, what we liked best was to fill in the blanks with words like "burp", "fart", "poop"... well, you get the idea. I found some online Mad Libs on Internet a few weeks ago and tried them out on the kids and they loved it, so we decided to get some more. What I didn't tell them were the words we used to use, they can just figure that out for themselves. Anyway, it's a good way for them to practice their English (Wow, it's educational, I'd better not tell them that) and it'll keep 'em busy when it's nasty weather out. I also ordered Lord Byron's "Don Juan". I decided to get it after watching Don Juan DeMarco (just love Johnny Depp) for the umpteenth time a few weeks ago, and in the credits (yes, some weird people like me actually read the credits) I saw the movie was based on this satiric epic poem. So, now's the time to curl up in front of the fire (oops, we don't have a fireplace, guess I'll just have to settle for a warm cat) and read a good book.
I started this post in the morning but didn't have time to finish. Now the kids are home and Rocío's in one of her moods again. She shut herself into the shed for a while and has just come back in. We can't help but wonder if this has something to do with the wind. On the other hand, at her last checkup the doctor said she's begun to "develop". Develop into what, a snarling Tasmanian devil? Hormones are a dangerous thing.