A Fixation Sprouts
When I was young(-er), I noticed those who were old(-er) always checked the weather. Newspaper forecasts gave way to the 10 PM TV forecasts; then the weather channel was the cable station of choice. At long last, putting weather apps for my phone confirm I am not young any longer.
I’ve become a 21stcentury version of my parents!
I am so fixated about the weather I check the apps when I am in the car, with a clear view of weather around me. I even find it interesting to check what’s happening in zip codes of people I love.
Once upon a time weather never worried me – if I got wet, I got wet. Those days are long one. Now, I am like the Wicked Witch of the East– I’m melting! I’m melting! (And I don’t even use hair spray!)
Or, if cold weather – or snow — were in the forecast, Great! Let it Snow! Now, I try to get to the store the first time I hear a prediction. Why? Well, if I buy toilet, paper, coffee, milk and bread, the storms never come.
Don’t knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn’t start a conversation if it didn’t change once in a while. ~Kin Hubbard
Sometimes I wonder if my increased interest — fixation — about the weather that comes with age maturity is because it’s news I can understand.
We can’t quite decide if the world is growing worse, or if the reporters are just working harder. ~The Houghton Line, November 1965
Somehow, a polar vortex is happier news than the headline news of the day!
This just in: The flower beds are frozen: no weeding possible!
Winter is a time of promise because there is so little to do — or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. ~Stanley Crawford, A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm, 1992