Everyone talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it. That’s too cut and dried; some people do watch it. After all, the show doesn’t cost much, offers an amazing variety of special effects, and can actually be predicted (if you don’t mind being wrong).
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This is one of those “nothing on” evenings. Just like a TV, where there’s a myriad of channels with nothing on, I’m in a grey funk. Nothing on. Tomorrow I’m travelling and this evening there’s a ton of laundry (figuratively), but the machine can only process so many pieces per load. Fill it full, and things just sit there, soggy and soapy. Moderation is needed.
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We might be in for windy weather. Ever since we realized (due to family members that have a pied-à-terre in coastal Florida) that hurricanes bear watching, the various forecasts and storm tracks and CNNian doom and gloom shows have become part of the autumn entertainment lineup. Well, sometimes a storm doesn’t try to hide its flank on the Mexican beaches.
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I’ve decided to listen to the radio this evening. While I write. No big deal there, except that it involves technology that goes some lengths beyond the little crystal rocket radio my father used to attach to the telegraph wires in the station, roughly a half-century ago. In some ways, the system here this evening is overkill, but it goes with the direction we’ve been through the last few years.
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I’d just begun reading my novel of the day. Topic, street scenes in New Orleans just before the landfall of a major hurricane (trivia hint for today). Outside, a sky that was getting heavier and darker by the minute; a colour scheme involving swirls of gray, navy blue and light black (that is a colour, you know). My overactive imagination was fertile for weather like this.
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I can now claim to be the guy that welcomed the new copy machines into our corporate world. That’s a small deal for the rest of you, but it shows how understaffed we are come Friday afternoons; I was actually mandated to watch for the truck and make sure that the delivery guys placed the machines in the right sector of the building. Given how important the photocopy is to the public service, there should have been a team of people waiting with open arms, instead of plain old me. After all, I rarely even use the contraptions.
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It rained earlier this evening. Not a little shower but one of those “who turned on the firehost” deluges, accompanied with some wonderful lightning. I assume there was also thunder, but the rain was coming down too hard for me to hear anything inside the van. We now know that there aren’t any leaking windows or doorseals, which is a good thing to have under control.
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As you watch someone unfurl their umbrella, try and guess how long it will be until that protective dome is twisted into a modern art sculpture. If my observations are correct, the average “lifespan” of a parasol can be rated in hours, or the number of uses. A sad reflection on the industry, and a cry for a return to earlier times, when the umbrella could actually be repaired. Or so I’ve heard.
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In passing, the month of March is leaving with tiny footsteps, again. We are so happy. As for the snow supplies; don’t worry, our warehouse is ready for any eventuality.
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Our species loves the record process. Highest, fastest, farthest; as long as there’s been a historical record there’s been a line to cross. How about those seven wonders? Guinness (the beer or the book)? Olympics? I’m involved in a more home-grown contest this year, and today the newspaper confirmed it. We have the greatest snowfall in the city’s history (400 years and counting). As of this morning the “snow-dometer” shows 460 centimeters since back in late November 2007.
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