It's so windy that...
...we looked out the staffroom window to see that my bike had not only been blown over, but was launched about 15 feet into the parking lot. Naturally, this was the start of a conversation about whether or not I should park my bike at an alternate angle on windy days (parallel to the bike rack, rather than perpendicular to it) and general agreement that from this point on, no one intended to park anywhere near the bike rack.
...we looked out the (other) staffroom window to see that our dirt patch of an athletic field has risen up with all the swirling fury of a desert sandstorm. The field is only about 100meters deep, but at times the dust was so dense that we couldn't see across the school grounds. There was a bit of oooh-ing and aaaah-ing as we all stood at the window, then someone had the sense to run downstairs and turn on the sprinklers... and the fun was over.
Yay for the strong winds that Gunma is famous for (along with silk, cabbage and a million other "famous" local specialties).
...we looked out the (other) staffroom window to see that our dirt patch of an athletic field has risen up with all the swirling fury of a desert sandstorm. The field is only about 100meters deep, but at times the dust was so dense that we couldn't see across the school grounds. There was a bit of oooh-ing and aaaah-ing as we all stood at the window, then someone had the sense to run downstairs and turn on the sprinklers... and the fun was over.
Yay for the strong winds that Gunma is famous for (along with silk, cabbage and a million other "famous" local specialties).
posted by Kristine at
3:45 PM
1 Comments:
the only thing my village is famous for is the worlds largest plane crash (meaning most casualties). that's sad...in more ways than one.
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Izzy, at 2/15/2007 10:03 PM
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