I spent the past week in Durham, North Carolina and then took the train to Washington DC for the book launch of Christ on the Psych Ward by David Finnegan-Hosey. I rode the train home today in the snow—our fourth Nor’easter in three weeks. One forecast I read said we could get from 4-12 inches of snow. It reminded me of something my father used to say, in jest, to my brother and me when we were in high school. My memory became a short poem.
career opportunity
be a weatherman,
my father used to say,
they are wrong everyday
and they never get fired.if being wrong everyday
is the qualification
I’ve been a weatherman
all of my life—rain or shine.
Some things we can see coming, but life is more surprise that schedule. Stay warm, friends.
Peace,
Milton
True, dat. Just returned from the store with our bread, eggs, milk, (bacon) and toilet paper. We’re ready.
Our experience here in Utah is “If the weatherman gets yesterday’s weather correct 50% of the time, he’s successful!” Perhaps we’re ALL weather-“men.”
There’s a Zen message in there someplace, Susan