By Sean Pearson
Is it just me, or do we seem perpetually stuck in some sort of weather “Twilight Zone” recently?
It could just be me. I haven’t completely ruled that possibility out yet. Despite my keen skills of observation and awareness, one or two things have been known to slip by me on occasion: A person’s name, a phone number, an entire year. That’s why I have to wonder if this idiosyncratic fluctuation between heavy snows and warm sunshine is nothing more than a figment of my overactive imagination. Kinda like when John Lithgow watched that gremlin tear the airplane wing apart in the Twilight Zone movie. (Cleverly re-enacted by Bart Simpson on a school bus in “Terror at 5-1/2 feet.”)
I’m actually a bit concerned that I may, in fact, be responsible for the freak blizzard that struck town just two weeks ago. I was gloating quite heavily when all those folks in the Lower 48 got hammered with winter storms. The fact that we were sitting in Alaska in 40-degree weather and sunshine obviously proved way too much of a temptation for me to not tout the lovely tropics of Homer in January.
Like many meteorologists around the world, I know absolutely nothing about what the weather is going to do at any given moment.
And while I am certainly no meteorologist, weatherman or Willard Scott (for which I thank God every day), I did take a meteorology course in college once. Now, normally, I wouldn’t consider myself any kind of expert in any subject that I studied for a few hours every week for a semester. However, after helping create a tornado in a long glass tube and using colored pencils to draw squiggly circles around low pressure areas on a cartoon map of the U.S., I feel fully qualified to tell you that we will have some kind of weather tomorrow.
I never understood why my parents found it imperative to wait up to watch the weather every night. My mother had it down to the minute; Morty the meteorologist hit the airwaves at exactly 10:12 p.m. She started yawning during the breaking news, her eyes began to droop during city news and she valiantly fought the dreaded head-nod during those final commercials right before … the weather.
By that time, she was generally snoring quietly in her rocking chair.
And yet, every morning when we woke up, there it was: weather. It arrived whether we paid attention to it or not. And I can’t say I ever did much preparing for the next day’s weather while I was sleeping. So really… what’s the point?
Oh sure, some of you will want to point out how knowing the forecast can help someone plan for the next day. But is it really that difficult to get up and look outside your window? Besides, I say this whole “planning thing” is totally overrated. Whatever happened to grabbing life by the horns and taking things as they come?
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