Anticipation

One thing I have noticed living here in southern Indiana is that folks are very, very interested in the weather. There are media weather people who feed the local interest. From the first hint that the wind might pick up to become a tornado to the last wisp of breeze as it leaves the viewing area all TV viewing is suspended for continual updates. The weather maps have gotten extremely complex and colorful as one station attempts to outdo the others. Touch screens zoom in and out, up and down giving depth of clouds and density. Tracking fields colorfully flash across the screen in bright moving triangles indicating precise times a storm will arrive at any given location.


At the present time we are awaiting a winter storm. Ice-rain should begin falling any time, since it was predicted two hours ago (something about its being stalled over southern Illinois).

That is the thing about weather predictions.

Too often they are incorrect. Thus we bundle up and sweat at 70 degrees or cancel plans for a picnic and sit inside looking outside at the lovely sunny day or take off for an afternoon in the park leaving our Wellingtons and Slickers at home only to get drenched in the 'partly sunny.'

Excuse me, need to cut this short, the weather trackers, local residents who live throughout the area, are calling in to the station with what is happening in their area. More later.

And that's what I'm thinking about.

Update: Somehow that predicted winter storm vanished overnight. School superintendents who had closed schools in anticipation of bad weather now have some 'splaining to do to their boards.
Roads are clear, snow non-existent, wind at zero miles per hour.

So who can one trust if not the weatherman?