My husband, who is an engineer by profession, has a secret passion for the weather.
He likes to read the weather forecast not only locally, but around the globe.
During a storm he stands on our front porch and studies the direction the clouds are moving.
When the boys were younger I had to ban him from making certain comments during a thunderstorm such as Wow! That was a close one! Or, This is tornado weather...do we have some flashlights?
At his work they have a very sophisticated radar, and he will call me throughout the day with updates: Get ready, a storm is going to hit you in about two minutes. Or, There's a break in the weather. Do you see the sun?
He is amazingly accurate, and truthfully, I never, ever read the weather forecast...I just ask my husband.
Not only does he like weather predictions, but he loves past forecasts. Yes, I said forecasts from the past.
Did you know that on this exact day ten years ago Augusta had a record low temperature of 42 degrees?
He glances at me expectantly when I say nothing.
You don't remember, do you? (He has an accusatory look.)
I continue to sip my cappuccino, not really knowing how to answer that.
I mean, I ask you, would you remember something like that? Cielo Santo!