So, I’m walking out the door at 0640 this morning and he says…in his concerned, alert, alert, fatherly voice…it’s 1 degree out there. I thought – seriously? Not seriously it is 1 degree, but seriously, you had to tell me this…I hardly pay any attention to the temp. I know if I’m hot or if I’m cold. In the summer, I do pay attention because I love to complain about the heat and humidity…but otherwise, if I didn’t live with the weather beacon, I wouldn’t know if it was 1 degree or 32 degrees…It doesn’t really have any affect on my hatred of winter. In the winter, I wear a winter coat and in the summer I don’t. With all of that being said, fact of the matter:
I love living with my beacon of information…I love his rain gauge – well, when we find it in the spring after the month-long search of where he might have put it so it wouldn’t get broken. I love that at any time I can ask him a weather question and he can recite details and forecast. With my current hatefulness with the news media, I no longer need to watch the 6 and 10 o clock news for the forecast because I have him…..I do find his snow information helpful…many time I roll my eyes with his Captain Obvious announcements… He loves weather…he loves to think about weather and educate himself…perhaps it could be called a hobby. Even if he starts collecting global daily weather statistics during retirement, at least it won’t take up as much room as my dish collection.
So I publicly apologize for my irritation this morning, you did pull me out of it when you were beating the curtain with the broom but that is a totally different blog.
Until next time….