Monsoon is almost as annoying when it doesn’t rain as when it does. I sat around all afternoon yesterday afraid to get very far from shelter while the daily storm clouds built and threatened and then sailed harmlessly away to bless somebody else’s day. And it might do the same today. Problem is…
…right now it’s gorgeous, and…
…the newly-repaired ebike is whining and straining its leash for a ride, and…
…since for various mundane reasons this week’s grocery run didn’t really happen I even have an excuse. So I’m tempted. Sorely tempted. To do something that might turn out to be really stupid, but fun while it lasts.
But…
The weatherman says this should be baking day. He hasn’t been outstandingly accurate lately, and anyway most of this year’s offerings haven’t been outstandingly dramatic. But there have been exceptions. And let’s not forget how I wrecked the bike in the first place.
Sigh. Baking day it is.
Sometimes I think I’ve gotten too hidebound in my old age. On the other hand a good many of the really memorable disasters in my life could have been avoided. Easily avoided, in hindsight. With the application of just a little more Flanders and a little less Homer Simpson.
Bet it doesn’t even rain.
Hidebound: old enough to have discovered what works and smart enough not to mess with it.
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Being too wrong to be believed and too right to be ignored has always been the issue with the weather prognosticators. 🙂
Meteoroligist is one of the few jobs where you can be wrong more than 50% of the time and still keep the job.
At least that’s how it works here in Colorado.
In defense of the weather guys/gals: they generally present us with probabilities, not certainties. Not that forecasts aren’t egregiously wrong sometimes…
Get Mudge to come out there, & show him around, you on the e-bike & him on the PW200. No matter what happened, y’all would have a blast. That, or we’d lose two bloggers to eeeevil guns.
The latter would be bad, since I’m fond of both of y’all. OK, true, I like you a bit better, Joel, because you’re more ornery than me, & even more crippled up. I understand some of your reasons for some choices you make.