Every weekday morning, I write up a weather forecast on a dry erase board on the wall in the kitchen. It was born out of the fact that my kids would always ask me what the weather was going to be like that day. And then whether it was going to be warmer or colder tomorrow.
So there it is, every weekday, with a basic forecast (temp, clouds and precip) for today, tonight, and tomorrow. Yesterday was the first time that snowflakes appeared on the calendar this fall.
I remember the excitement of hearing the magic word in the weather forecast. I was a kid, and for some reason kids never think about what that really means. I mean, sure, winter’s fun, but it’s October. Flurries or not, the old man in me says it’s just to damned early. Bah, why do things have to change, anyway? Wasn’t summer good enough?
Oh wait. It was just two nights ago that I wrote about the regular passage of the seasons.
I don’t know. I’m not excited about the arrival of a new season, but I am anxious for it to come….But why, I don’t know.
See you tomorrow.