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SERMON FROM THE DECK (The Winter Wakes Up And It Is Not Happy Version)

 What can I say?

I'm happy to finally have a sense of normalcy back in the season.

But it is going to take a while to accept, and get used to the view.


The Weather Network has increased the amount of predicted snow for Tuesday from 10 cm to 20.

A snowcopalypse!

A snowmaggedon!

A snowholycrapimgoingtohaveasorebackfromshoveling!

But, do we believe what the Weather Network Tells us?


It was the summer of 2023 when I lost my faith in the weather man.

Yes, I bitched when the forecast was wrong before, but I (we) never had a reason to bitch about utter prediction failure like we did in the "lost summer of smoke and drought".

I would look at the Weather Network forecast.

"It looks dry this week, but the fourteen day forecast says 40mm next Friday."

That day arrived hot and dusty.

"No rain today but the long term says in two weeks we will be flooded."

I'm glad I didn't build an ark.

All that wasted gopher-wood.


There were nights I would go to bed with the promise of rain overnight, jump out of bed in the morning, look at the weather app on my phone, and read,

"Rain continues for five hours." with a graph showing that the sorely needed heavy precipitation is falling at this moment.

A broken promise means  a broken heart.

I would go to the window. Not a drop.

I honestly believe the forest fire smoke was messing up the precipitation predictobob gizmo.

When the predicted rain finally fell, too late in September, I added to the moisture with my spit towards the Weather Network headquarters. (Toronto.)


So, with the failure of the forecast in 2023, can we believe what the Weather Network tells us about the coming snow?

I cautiously say yes.

To ignore the warning of people with education, people who know,  no matter how mad you are at them, could mean being unprepared when the storm rolls in.

And that's an interesting parallel with some peoples Covid experience, those who were angry with intelligent people trying to help them.

I wonder how many of those are still with us?

 

And...

The John Deere is inside, gassed up, and hopefully will start when it gets the call to blow out the lane.

We have extra water, and our are fingers crossed that the power doesn't go out.

These are the times when I wish I had a generator.

Oh well.

Perhaps next year.

 

Stay warm.

Stay safe.

Drive safe,

Mask safe.

Regain your trust in the smart people.

Can you understand how screwed we would be without them?


 




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