Thunderstorm at night.
The rain makes all plants happy.
Keeps the dogs awake.
Weather
Springtime in Dallas
Hot and dry.
Freezing rain.
Tornado out to the West.
That was Wednesday.
East Dallas Noah
Another day,
Another flood.
— God
I will build a 100-cubit Ark
In the yard behind my house.
It holds my four fixed dogs
And my pre-menopausal spouse.
We will fill it with supplies,
Dog treats, my coffee and her tea.
We’ll watch the rain waters rise.
Then, it’s down the Trinity.
When we reach the Gulf,
Take a right to Cozumel.
I should have brought a shovel.
Whatever is that smell?
Forty days and nights of sailing.
It’s our longest-ever cruise.
We’ll even have the puppies.
What do we have to lose?
When the flooding does recede,
We’ll recover from the strife.
We can’t rebuild the world,
So, we’ll have a quiet life.
Weather
I am trying to understand weather forecasts.
It is difficult, because there are many sources.
Each of them has a slightly different opinion.
Forecasts are really just opinions.
Also, TV weather is different from others.
TV weather is based on viewing area.
TV signals go a lot farther than ZIP codes,
Or even county lines.
So, when the TV weather guy breaks in,
Just as the killer will be unmasked,
Or the million dollar winner is revealed,
Just as the season is building to a climax…
It may be because you are under immediate threat.
It may also be that three farmers and some goats
Are about to get wet in Southern Oklahoma.
Always check the maps,
I suppose,
Is the lesson here.
Douglas Adams once wrote “Don’t Panic.”
I’m pretty sure he was watching TV at the time.
He was probably in London,
And it was storming in Southampton.
It’s 80 miles from London to Southampton,
Which is 128 kilometers in metric.
This would have been much funnier
If it had been 42 in either.
So it goes.
Here is the easy way to check the weather,
Send the dogs out in the yard.
If they come in wet,
(or don’t go out at all)
It’s raining.
If they come in cold and white,
It’s snowing.
If they go out the back,
And come in through the front door,
(Or get stuck on the roof somehow)
You may have a slight tornado.
Now back to our regular programming,
Already in progress.
Monday
Monday.
It is a curse.
Yet, today, just Monday wasn’t good enough.
Rain.
It is a blessing.
Unless it’s in the city, during rush hour.
Traffic.
It is beyond a curse.
Especially in the rain, in a construction zone.
So, I started the week late.
And cranky.
(Some would say “cranky” was a given.)
Can’t we get Monday outlawed?
Or moved to the weekend?