I studied broadcast journalism in school, so I can write a short snappy sentence. But I never aspired to be on air. My colleagues tell me that I may have missed my calling: weather reporter.
Not a meteorologist proper, of course — that involves actual atmospheric science and a whole bunch of data analysis. I stopped understanding science of any kind when we got to the semipermeable membrane chapter in high school biology … is that like a half-open door or it is more like a saloon door?
It’s not like I enjoy weather.
I hate being too hot…
Or too cold…
I am happiest in the chilly delight of mid-autumn…
There’s a narrow window of the weather I enjoy. The rest of the year — about 9 months on average — I am (more obsessed than usual about) monitoring the precise weather conditions we can expect that hour, day or week. I check several sources daily and compare forecasts. (Environment Canada, the weather app on my phone, the Weather Network on Twitter and several others!)
- I need to know the Humidex — will I be weeping all day? Should I stay inside in the A/C?
- I need to know the Windchill — will it be a scarf and hat day? Do I need to wear my balaclava?
- Will it rain? — I need to know whether it’s an umbrella day, a rain hat day (yes I have a rain hat), or a raincoat and rain shoes (have those, too) day.
- Will it snow? — can I wear regular boots or do I need to get out the heavy insulated ones?
So yeah, I am very informed about current and pending weather conditions.
Tomorrow we’re expecting a high of 9°C with a mix of sun and clouds and there’s a 30 per cent change of rain. Pretty much a perfect day!