My First Weather Experience

I think it all goes back to when I was a small child, when I was a little older than one and had learned to walk. I went to the side door, pointed, and grunted at my mother. She looked at me and said, "You want to go out to play?"

"Ungh!" I replied, as I didn't know how to talk yet.

"Well, I'm sorry honey, but you can't. It's raining."

WTF?

Then, my mother opened the door and showed me. It was my first realization that there was more to weather than watching it be forecast on TV at precisely 6:18pm every night on the local news. The weather could actually affect me, affect my happiness, prevent me from doing whatever I wanted to do whenever I wanted to do it.

This was too much for me. I sat down in the corner behind the big yellow chair and thought. I thought big thoughts. Hot thoughts. Stinking thoughts. When I was done thinking, I emerged from the sanctuary behind the big yellow chair, feeling that exciting, tingling sensation of elation that follows a big load of thought.

My mother saw me, wrinkled her nose, scooped me up, and said, "We better change that before it dries."

Ever since then, I have had an interest in the weather. I've followed it closely at times, less closely at others. I have traveled about seeking different varieties of weather. Even now, as an adult who works in what my loving daughter calls "a box" that is a long way from the windows, I use the internet to follow the weather. I even keep a weather map and current conditions link on my blog.

Over at my other blog, I mostly post updates about the family and life with a keen eye on the humor value of ordinary events. This blog I am using to talk about my ongoing love affair with weather.