December 28, 2004

Blow Me

It's rainy, very windy, and thunderstorms and flooding threaten.
I'm loving it.
Firstly, as other Southern Californians know, we don't have weather here. Sure, we have minute temperature fluctuations that masquerade as weather. But real, serious, kick-your-meteorlogical-ass weather, like Baltimore and Montreal or even Florida? Nope. So any signs that the forces of nature have come to visit aren't bad.
Let me amend and say this is all good from the viewpoint of my cozy pajamas and computer chair. The second I have to go out and drive to work in this among the massive demolition derby fools that California drivers become in real weather, it ceases to be amusing. I am nothing if not adaptable.
Nextly, "bad" weather tends to keep the muttering-to-themselves-and-various-deities, smelling-slightly-of-litterbox and old meat, mailing-address-"third-shrub-from-the-left-next-to-the-big-tree-at-Balboa-Park,-ask -for-Joe" types at bay. It's us newbies who are consistently sent to rout the nappers from the fitting rooms, and while the playing of Saint George to their whacked-out dragon is temporarily amusing, it's tedious after a while.
But most important of all, this weather gives us something to talk about. The lead story on local news, even besting the monster earthquake, is The! Weather! Hitting! San! Diego! Anchorpersons were fighting for the chance to be the one in the rain slicker on camera, bravely facing the elements. Interns stood on the sidelines with spray bottles and fans, just in case the natural drama level drops.
But the bottom line reason is that I love/lust/adore thunder and lightning. I once stood (yes, stupidly in retrospect but weather-worship knows no bounds) on a rooftop in south Florida to watch an incoming crash-flash-boom doozie of a storm. After all, I grew up before the wizards at Industrial Light and Magic could provide me with various feats of special effects... I had to get my amazements from more natural and chancy sources. I'm a thunderstorm junkie.
Gotta go... I've found the way up to the roof and I have an hour before work.

Posted by LeeAnn at December 28, 2004 09:20 AM
Comments

Well, as long as you're not toting an umbrella while you're up there...

Posted by: Harvey at December 28, 2004 01:01 PM

[obscure movie line]"Show me the magic."[/obscure movie line]

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at December 28, 2004 07:50 PM

Stephen- "Tempest". One of my favorite Raul Julia performances, up there with Gomez Addams.

Harvey- Umbrellas are for wimps and Mary Poppins fetishists. :)

Posted by: LeeAnn at December 28, 2004 08:57 PM

Lightning never scared me until I moved to Alaska and lived there for three years.

There is, for all purposes, almost lightning in Alaska.

So when I moved back to Florida, lightning, quite appropriately, scared the balls off me. Still does to this day. If I'm out and about during a fierce Florida thunderstorm, I run from the car to whatever safe haven I can find in a manner of bipedal motion that can only be described as "pussified."

Get over the lightning jones, LeeAnn. Save yourself before it's too late. Walk away from the light, Carol Ann.

Posted by: Jeff at December 29, 2004 04:51 AM

you should be grounded! :P

Posted by: Bob at December 29, 2004 07:51 AM

Bob- That's just shocking. You should be charged with something. :P

Posted by: LeeAnn at December 29, 2004 09:00 AM

LeeAnn :

Positively.

Of course a physicist would put a different spin on it.

Posted by: Alan E Brain at December 29, 2004 07:38 PM

Are you sure you don't have weather? After all, you have more seasons than any other part of the country: spring, summer, fall, winter, mudslide, fire, el nino.....

Posted by: Denise at January 2, 2005 03:19 AM