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Purple Rain

Okay, if the weather forecasters were predicting purple rain, I’d probably pay attention.  But, other than that, I just don’t care.  Apparently, I am in the minority.

As I sit here, I see the sun peeking through the clouds, which is just about my favorite kind of weather.  A generally dreary sky, but little pockets of sunshine here and there.  If I thought about it long enough, I could probably make it into a metaphor of life. 

ADD Moment:  In fact, there is a song by Switchfoot that helps get me through some times of depression.  The Shadow Proves the Sunshine reminds me that our lives aren’t just gloom and doom (or shadows).  In fact, shadows would not exist without the sun.  And, we mustn’t forget that the sun (Son) is always there.  See, that’s a lot deeper than I could ever get.

Back to the topic of weather.  People often ask me (and I’m sure they ask you), “What is the weather supposed to be like this weekend, this week, tomorrow, etc.?”  I feel a little embarrassed when I say, “Huh.  I don’t know.”  I don’t know why I should feel embarrassed.  They don’t know.  That’s why they are asking me!  But, I don’t know because I don’t care.

Granted, my lifestyle is such that I don’t have to plan activities ahead of time according to the weather.  I’m not planning the next big parade downtown.  Wait.  Even if I were, it’s not like I’d cancel the parade according to the forecast.  I’m sure there are some details that would need to attended to if, say, a blizzard were headed into town this weekend.  Those of you that live in St. Louis do know, however, that when a snowstorm is predicted, it is in the law books that you must run out to the nearest grocery store and buy eggs, milk, and bread.  Apparently, the only way to survive a few inches of snow is to make french toast.  Even school superintendents, who have the hurculean responsibility of deciding whether or not my kids go to school, don’t decide on snow days until the morning of school.   Some have chosen to listen to the predictions, called off school the day before the impending storm hits, only to awaken to dry streets.

I appreciate the meteorologists’ attempt to forecast the weather down the road.  But, their track record is not all that impressive.  For example, as recently as yesterday, the prediction for today was rain.  All day.  (I only know this because my mom told me.)  Well, as I mentioned, it is cloudy.  But, this morning, my favorite weatherman said, “Rain will most likely get here between 7 and 8 tonight.”  Huh.  That’s certainly different than all day, isn’t it?

Here’s how I approach the week.  Each day I get up, check what the high and low temps are supposed to be (those are fairly accurate), look outside and see if it is sunny, cloudy, or some sort of precipitation is already falling.  I choose my clothes accordingly.  If it’s raining, I will probably put off running 95 errands and just run 4.

Am I alone here?

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