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Thursday, Jan. 16, 2003 || I want to be a meteorologist

Nicole feels The current mood of nacwolin at www.imood.com

I want to be a meteorologist.

I believe it is perhaps the only job where you can be wrong approximately 80% of the time and still keep your job. And people still listen to you.

And they call what you do science.

Go figure.

A snowstorm was in our forecast, predicted to be large enough to muddle the morning commute with blowing snow and butt-freezing temps. I got up at my usual time and looked outside. It was snowing lightly, but no real precip on the ground at that point. I checked the closings report, and Kaytlin and Nathan’s school district had already called off classes in anticipation of the full force of winter’s fury. Parker’s indicated an hour delay.

Okay, I can rack up at least an hour more of sleep…

I tumbled out of bed a little later, once again checking the lawn. Still pretty brown with but a sprinkling of white here and there. By this point, Parker’s school was called off as well.

I am not one to complain about a day off, so I headed back to my down comforter. When I finally lumbered out of bed at about 9:30, I once again checked the scene outside my window. It had not changed. And it wasn’t snowing anymore.

And the weather man’s explanation as to why we didn’t get the forecast 6 or more inches? “It was snowing alright, the atmosphere was just so dry that it never hit the ground.”

Mmmmmm….’kay.

So, the kids get a day off now and an extra day in May. Kaytlin’s Dare graduation is postponed and I get to make French toast for the crew on big, soft pieces of Texas toast.

I suppose it is good that the schools were cautious and cancelled classes. But the terms “forecast” and “predict” seem to equate “gospel” and “will happen” in the weather realm.

I want to be a meteorologist.



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