Micro Weather

When I was a kid my father would say that the job he really wanted was to be a rock and roll weather man on the radio. What kind of a stupid job is that, I thought. Who cares that much about the weather and who wants to listen to it in song format?

My father’s obsession with weather never wained. When cable TV came about his channel of choice was the weather channel. He constantly would tell me about the personalities who were on the weather channel as if they were his friends. Sometimes he would say that some outfit the weather girl was wearing would look nice on Carter. Like either Carter or I knew who this girl was, let alone wha she was wearing.

As I have aged I am beginning to see some of my father’s same obsession with weather, but just for the sole purposes of watering my garden.

Russ and I are constantly checking the radar, watching where a storm may be going and lamenting when rain just skates by us by just a smidge. You can’t listen to the weather on TV and have any certainty that what is predicted to happen will actually happen at your house.

When they say all news is local, what they really mean is all weather that is happening right at your house is all that matters.

I sleep through most night time weather events, but thankfully Russ is able to report in on any nighttime storms. Today we thought we were going to get rain in the afternoon and it amounted to less than a garden sprinkler on for two minutes. Anything under the trees stayed bone dry.

I guess I am becoming more like my Dad in my old age, just without the rock and roll part.