by Mark
DUST STORM! I’m thinking this might be a good title for a novel or a made-for-TV movie. (When you read it you must shout it with emphasis- its in caps with an exclamation point, its very dramatic) I’ve seen many storms in my life but not really a true dust storm. We enjoyed our time in the capital, Ulan Baatar and were looking forward to time back in Darhan to run around. On Wednesday the DUST STORM! brewed up. Everything goes brown. After the storm when you realize that an inch of dust is deposited on the streets you realize how much soil is blowing, it’s like the dust bowl.
You need to keep the windows shut. Even with the windows shut the dust still comes in (this photo is the inside of our window sill). Its really hard because the pars are still hot and the apartment gets hot and stuffy really quickly.
During the storm- no basketball players
After shot for comparison (you can see some green grass coming up as well- its like we went from winter to summer in one week- except the heat is still on but we now have a fan!)
Back window
What else to do inside but watch a few movies and tie some flies (we have been on break from language school this week and it’s been good- but I think I am more tired now than at the beginning of the week!)
Here taimen, taimen, taimen (size #4 Mustad 3366 -greatest hook ever made- gsp thread and deer hair)
Even Smokey settled down to take a nap. He likes playing in boxes, just like some children we know.
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April 12, 2009 at 8:42 pm
Grandma Linda
Thanks for posting the pictures that help us visualize and understand where you are living. Oh the dust. Would you like some cheese cloth or netting to hand in the windows so they could be opened yet perhaps filtered? Is your apartment building shown in the pictures?
Smokey seems to love her home. It is fun to play with Annika and Toby and many comfortable locations for a nap.
April 13, 2009 at 7:04 am
Sharon
Ahh, a cat-nap! I took one of those myself today. Of course, I wasn’t in a box, so perhaps it wasn’t as good.
Hope the dust storms are a short-lived weather situation and everyone will soon be able tobe outdoors again. Love, Mom
April 14, 2009 at 5:39 am
Terrill
WOW!!!!
I look at that picture of the street in town with the brown dust blowing and I can almost hear the coarse, airy, voice of Jack Palance, from the far end of the street, “I’m calling you out, Marshall Mark!” I can hear in the background the dramaticly orchestrated music that sets the stage for the suspense as it unfolds. There in the apartment window above the brightly painted Kareoke Saloon, sweating and shaking behind the curtains is our hero, Marshall Mark Wood, defender of truth and Justice and friend to all puppies and kittycats.
“Don’t go Daddy!!!”, cried Annika clutching to her trembling father’s leg. “It’s sooooo dangerous ! You might be killlllled!”
Cinda’s ears perked up,”Pehaps you should go, Mark”, she mentioned in a matter of fact tone.
Just then Mark whimpered, “who’s that?” leaping to the window the women folk crained their necks so as to get a better view of this newcomer to the drama.
“Why!!! It’s Mister Toby!” here to save us all! And look he’s showing Jack his guns!!!!”
When the dust settled there was an emence amount of cleaning to do!
Toby had sent Jack packing to Siberia. Mark was ready for another brownie.
Annika went back to singing, and Cinda sighed.
“It was a thought”, she said.
April 27, 2009 at 10:38 pm
Cinda
Okay, okay, Terrill– Where do you get this stuff?