Yes, Exactly!

As I did the obligatory (and wise) walk around the house to secure things for our brush with Nicole, I decided a few things in frequent use on the back porch were sheltered enough that I could safely leave them so long as we didn’t get a dramatically unexpected shift in projected wind speed here.

I mentioned this to my son, stressing that I’d be keeping an eye on the wind, of course, and that if I started to see a problem forming, I could bring them in quickly enough, so it was something to watch for, but nothing to worry about since conditions were changing so slowly.

“So . . .” he said. “This would be an example of something that is important, but not urgent then.”

I Know, I Know . . .

I think it should be self-evident why I signed up for weather alert updates, particularly during hurricane season. And I can certainly appreciate the reasoning behind getting dual updates informing me that I am both under a tropical storm warning and a hurricane watch.

Being reminded of this every three hours or so, however, just strikes me as excessive.

Plus I’ve Never Nearly Lost A Toe To Wind And Rain

As hurricane season enters its final month here, let me just say I absolutely understand it when I get asked “Why do you want to live in a place that gets hurricanes?”

The answer is, of course, I hate weather I have to shovel that much!

And Any Guess That Isn’t “He Was” Doesn’t Count

“Don’t sweat it, it’ll clear up,” said the guy whose livelihood involves knowing when the weather is going to cooperate.

“If you say so,” I said dubiously because the current weather, the radar and the hourly weather forecast all said otherwise.

Guess who was right.

I’m Not Sure How This Works

There are vastly more people who complain about the weather than there are people who actually experience said weather.

Thoughts On Yet Another Rainy Afternoon

At this point I’d even put up with some fair-weather friends just to experience some fair weather . . .

Sometimes It Really Is A Small World, Isn’t It?

Today I find myself glancing out the window occasionally for signs of dust from the Sahara desert and thinking with awe of the man (Christian Junge) who first looked at the orange South Florida skies in the 1950’s and thought, “That looks familiar from my time in Africa, I wonder . . .”

(I can’t find a succinct link to support this fact that’s not behind a paywall, but the link provided should support it enough to get you started if you’re inclined to follow it up.)

My Response: Breathing Is Overrated

I’ve stated before the reasons behind my reluctance to talk about the weather these days, so I winced when yesterday I heard L’s Mother telling one of her sisters how warm it is here. To L’s Mother’s credit, she did add that at the moment the pollen is so thick that it’s practically impossible to breathe right now.

Her sister’s retort was simply, “We got 25 inches of snow this year.”

Because I Was

This is the time of year when South Florida is particularly prone to temperature fluctuation, with the air conditioner needed one day, the heater the next, and so on. Suffice it to say that maintaining a comfortable household temperature for multiple people (a challenge under the best of circumstances) can quickly become an ordeal.

It’s an ordeal that I am especially bored of at this point.

Which is why when L’s Mother announced out of the blue that she was “a warm,” my only response was that I was “aware.”

It Just Stopped Being Fun After That

I’m always quick to admit that I love South Florida’s weather, especially this time of year. As today’s cold weather advisory reminded me, there was a time I enjoyed playfully teasing friends who lived in colder climates along the lines that our “cold weather advisory” is their “warm weather advisory.”

I don’t do that anymore since the day someone (however facetiously) wished death upon me and my family during a particularly unpleasant northern winter.