More on the probs
The alert chime sounded, three times. Not three times more important; rather, an admission that we pay attention to weather forecasts from mulitple regions. In this case, a warning that snow flurries could be expected. Not everything is a hurricane, here in the real world.
I’ve been interested in weather forecasts for a very long time. A lifetime, in retrospect. The radio would be on, in most homes, to bring in the suppertime probs. At one point, professionally, I prepared the voice tapes for automated broadcasts to mariners. Taken from teletype, but an earier iteration would have required copying the carefully phrased text from code (Morse code). The skill to recognize the names of the official forecast regions was a job skill.
I still observe the weather. An important distinction. I do not forecast, I observe. The magic of a forecast comes from the wizards at an airport in the Toronto area. There are apps that attach time marks to beginnings of significant events. Rubbish! Forecast are little more than a roll of the dice. Observations are accurate, to the minute, because the data has to be time stamped for the wizards.
Anyhow, back to my chimes. I suppose attaching meaningful sounds to events would be tricky. Still, flurries versus gale force winds.
Since I’m back to my comfort zone of observations, the snow is gone, again. And the sump pump is cycling. Shows me that this season is still on uncertain footing. When I went out (last evening) to park the bin, I was underdressed. It was cold. Today, on the return trip, I hadn’t changed to warmer garb, but it was significantly warmer. And we’re almost at the mid-point of the month. Could this be an outlier, or are we getting the climate bite.
that many deny? Will we plant early, or will things change completely and launch a winter of epic proportions?
And really, it doesn’t matter. I live in house with heat. No need to huddle with the dog to avoid frostbite.
