The News

Sitting at my desk this morning, I gazed out the window and watched the earth being covered with zillions of huge fluffy snowflakes, when it occurred to me: I don’t believe the weather should be allowed on the news. Here is why: Because the weather is 50% Science and 50% prediction. It’s not 100% fact. And the truth is when the weather man is wrong, (as he was last night in telling me that we would have rain until the commute home and only then would it start snowing) I feel within me the grumbling roar of resentment. I don’t mean to resent him. I sat here, solemnly looking out the window and thinking of Damon Yahney who actually did not give me the muffed up forecast last night, but who’s face I associate with ‘All’ weathermen, and I began to feel the fire of that old familiar resentment. Whyyyyy WHY can’t ‘he’ just predict the weather correctly just once in a while? I could have told you last night that by morning the ground would be blanketed in snow because you know why?????? Yeah, I went outside and there was that weird calm in the air, the sky was mixed with grays and whites and the clouds seemed closer than normal. I could smell it. I could see it. I could feel it in the wind. And yet when I checked my weather anticipating them to tell me “The snow will here when you wake” I instead went against my better judgment and believed them when they said instead that it would not snow until tonight. 6” later….. Now you may be asking “What was the consequence she suffered for listening and believing them last night?” and my answer is; there was none. It just further lessoned my belief, my hope, that weather can be guessed correctly.