Grey day, finally

And to think that I used to mock the English and South Africans obsession with weather! In my latter years I find there may have been a reason for their concern other than the total safety of the topic.

(Well, it used to be safe, now everyone argues about global warming.)

Weather is actually very important. I've noted that tornados, hurricanes, and drought are important to individual survival.

I find endless days of sun drenched in the awful humidity of this area make me cross. Grey days, rain and sooner dark console me. It must be biological somehow. The world migrates to the southwest or to southern California. Still, I can't really fancy living in a desert. Nor can I see living in a canyon. My sister in law in Los Cruces swears by the mountains that surround her. The sun always shines. My brother in Phoenix is happy with sun year round and swears the excessive heat only lasts for three months of so.

I want to move north. My idea of heaven is the shore of Lake Superior bathed in clear sun, warm enough but always breezes scented by the pines I like Lake Superior too when it's cold, when the rain comes, when the great storms rage. Lake Superior eats ships. In a rage it pulls down the great and big ocean going ships.

It's usually fairly placid and very cold. I see it as a barricade against the vast warm wet air that smothers human action and that has likely led to the confusion of warmer climates' human minds.

Speaking of warmer climates, what's with Rick Perry
I can't help it. I wonder if the fires around Austin are God's way of telling him to avoid the presidency.
He's a fundamentalist and thus pays attention to such signs, esp. when they happen to other people.