I’ve mentioned before on these pages the handy-dandy sidebar Bill has created on my computer screen. If you’ve read here before then maybe you remember my mentioning it: it has, among other things, photos from our archives that randomly appear, fading in and out of one another while I’m online.
It also has a “news” section, a “web clips” section, a “scratch pad” that will automatically save any notes I care to write there, and a section called “weather.”
Bill set up the weather section, as he did all of it, and he chose for me the cities whose weather– today’s and tomorrow’s– appears there. There are eight cities, American all because, I’m pretty sure, they were his only options. He chose the cities carefully.
At the top there’s Durham, for obvious reasons, followed by Cutchogue, NY, which is where my parents live (when they’re not in Africa) and where “home” is when it’s not here.
Cutchogue is followed by Hermitage, PA, where Bill’s parents live, and then Wasilla, Alaska, where lives my older sister and her family. After this is New York, NY (point of comparison, I guess, with Cutchogue two hours away) and then Chicago, where Lynne lives. Then there’s La Jolla, California, where I was born. And last of all my long lost home, Pittsburgh.
And I’m just writing this to whine, really. I’m whining because this is the Winter That Isn’t: temperatures averaging in the fifties, I think, with some days in the seventies, and blue blue skies. It is, in short, Absurd.
So I just checked the weather in that handy little sidebar and, wouldn’t you know? With the exception of La Jolla (obviously) and– you guessed it– Durham, Every Blessed One of those cities is expecting snow tomorrow.
*sigh*
