…Wait a minute.”
Today’s “weather events” and a conversation with a new resident inspired this post. (A “rain event” was forecast when I lived in NY, the first I’d heard the term. The TV forecaster was wearing a 3-piece suit. I guess that’s the day the weather went corporate.)
While waiting for a bus in this afternoon’s humid-to-the-max weather, another woman and I started a conversation. I mentioned that these conditions are called “close” where I grew up. (That’s when there is so much humidity you feel like you can barely breathe.)
Turns out she had never heard the term before. Then we talked about how the weather in New England changes every few minutes sometimes. We were both carrying umbrellas, waiting for it to make up its mind.
She told me she had just moved here from Newark, NJ two weeks ago. So I shared the the saying, “Don’t like the weather? Wait a minute.” with her, guessing that she probably hadn’t heard it.
MA was the first place I’d heard that. And… it’s true!
Today’s weather changes included high humidity, a few sprinkles, an air-raid siren (tornado watch) followed by steady (not pouring) rain for less than 1/2 hour, windy conditions, clearing, and cooling off. Take your pick.
In college, my friends and I (music students) would go downstairs in the music building (no windows) around 8 or 9 a.m., stay all day for classes, rehearsals, lessons, and individual practice, then go home around 10 or 11 at night. It could be 50° in the morning, and change so much that there would be 2 feet of snow on the ground by the time we left.
After feeling like life had happened and we missed it a few too many times, someone would go upstairs to look out the door every hour or two, then circulate a report.
Now my piano is next to a window!
Oh, since it cooled off and stopped raining, I decided to walk home from town. It was fun, even without my super duper Merrell running shoes. Scored one bunny and a redwinged blackbird, and felt healthy, too. : )