[PERSONAL NOTE: I've not been feeling well for a couple of days – a bad cold or mild flu (this year's vaccine missed a strain or two) – so when I take a few minutes off from napping, I'm writing easy stuff. Translation: no thinking involved.]
When I was young – I'm pretty sure that means when I was a kid and young adult but you never can tell at my age with how time passes – it irritated me that all the old people I knew were overly interested in the weather.
Not “old” like my parents, more like grandparents' ages, retired people or those getting close to it.
They discussed a coming rain storm and what that would mean for the garden. Or that a big temperature drop was expected so be sure to wear a sweater tomorrow.
They seemed to talk a lot, too, about past weather. “Remember of blizzard of '29? Now, THAT was a winter to remember.”
“And who can forget the Vanport flood.” (I may or may not have heard exactly that but it was a real flood in Portland when I was a kid.)
Over Sunday dinners, at holidays and anywhere more than one or two old folks gathered, weather appeared to be their main fascination and for whatever reason, it exasperated me so much I recall vowing that when I got old I would never bother with weather beyond knowing if I needed an umbrella or boots.
Cut to now. I'm old. At least as old as many of those old people in the 1940s and 1950s.
Right here on my computer is a link to a wonderful weather website. It allows me to bookmark any number of locations all around the world. So when I fire up the laptop every morning, I first check what weather to expect in my vicinity for the day.
Then I check Melbourne (where Peter Tibbles and the Assistant Musicologist who do the Sunday music column here live) where it is always night when I wake up along with, of course, being the opposite season from my home in the U.S.
Then it's on to New York where there remain many friends from the 40 years I spent in that city. Phoenix and Tucson, too, where for some reason quite a number of TGB readers live.
San Francisco and Los Angeles matter for friends and blog readers who live there along with London, the Washington, D.C. area, Boston and Portland, Maine where I once lived for four years.
If some spectacular weather is going on somewhere, the website usually has some excellent video. The amount of snow in Boston this winter was amazing to see - at least for someone who didn't have to drive or walk in it.
It is not lost on me that my interest in weather around the globe first thing in the morning as my coffee is steeping is just an updated version of all those old people who made me nuts about the weather when I was a kid.
Are you with me on this? Whether (weather?) you are or not, I'm pretty sure I'm correct about old people and weather in general. Why do you think that is?
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Deb: No Milk, No Cookies