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