The weather doesn’t bring everyone together
Spring has sprung. As I write this, the glorious sun is shining and it’s a balmy 65 degrees outside. The cold and rainy days that have plagued us for months have finally become a distant memory.
Even though spring doesn’t officially begin until March 20, I couldn’t wait to call my brother-in-law in Montreal and tell him the good news.
“It’s been a long, miserable winter,” I happily exclaimed when he answered the phone. “I don’t know how I survived it, but I did.”
“Are you saying it’s over?” he asked.
“Well, spring doesn’t officially start until March 20, but the rain has stopped and I’m not suffering through those 52-degree days anymore. So what the heck,” I chirped. “Happy spring!”
He wasn’t amused. “You do realize it’s snowing here today, and we had a high of 24 degrees and a low of 2. And that’s Fahrenheit, not Celsius. I know the difference.”
Obviously, I had called the wrong person to whine about our cold, rainy winter. But I wasn’t about to give up easily.
“Have you no sympathy for Californians?” I asked. “Do you have any idea how miserable we’ve been for the last four months? It’s the only thing people can talk about.”
“I’d like to get off the phone now. I need to shovel my driveway ... again.”
I was losing him, so I pulled out the clincher. I had just read a report from ABC7 meteorologist Mike Nicco, and I couldn’t wait to drop it on my unsympathetic brother-in-law.
“You think you had a bad February,” I said. “Well, listen to this, buddy. More than 18 trillion gallons of water fell on California in February alone. That’s equivalent to 27 million Olympic-sized swimming pools. And if you weighed it, it would equal 150 trillion pounds of water. And most of it fell on my head!”
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