This Weather Stinks
It’s 3:25 PM. Gusts of wind shook the house, setting off squeaking sounds from things that shouldn’t squeak. Like the ceiling beams. The seas are covered with white caps as far as the eye can see. The water has stayed at the high-tide mark for a few hours – the walkways to the docks have been flat. A minute ago there was a sudden burst of hail, followed by a few pathetic flurries. And now the sun is shining with a joker’s glee.
The weather has been sucky for a long time. It’s been so long that I don’t remember how long it has sucked. Cloudy. Strong winds. Rain. Cold. This is purgatory, this miserable place that is just cold and drab without snow to redeem it.
The locals are fed up with the weather, too. Everyone is complaining. The fishermen hate it. This is the height of cod season, so a day of bad weather is a day without income. Those who work at the fish farm hate it. It’s no fun dragging up dead fish at the bottom of the net in a gale.
Regular readers of this blog probably noticed: my rate of blogging has fallen off. What am I going to write about? The wind? Right — I’ve spent a lot of time getting the next release of my app finished. That’s hardly an Arctic Dream. But I’m so glad that I have this little app project to keep me obsessed about something. Otherwise I’d go mad.
Happiness is being occupied at the present plus hope for the future. And hope I fervently do. I pictured a picnic at the beach, boating, fishing, collecting seagull eggs, hiking, camping. Maybe another month? Maybe two? But until then, let me get back to programming…