It's both a good thing and a little weird to have a brother who is completely obsessed with the weather. He tracks everything for each geographic area around our homes. I hardly ever know what's happening; he always does.
Growing up in Oklahoma shaped his thinking a great deal. Every summer we would be whisked away to the shelter a couple of times a month [or week], until later, when we bought a house and began migrating to our own storm shelter. It was pretty scary, and while I coped by refusing to think about it, he coped by learning everything he could and becoming a weather expert.
I think I've disappointed my dad by refusing to stay aware of the natural world around me. The man who can stand in a field of wheat and tell when it's ripe by the sound of the wind through the grain has given the world a daughter who never even watches the weather. At least he can feel good about my brother, who has dutifully called and reminded me to turn the refrigerators to their highest settings, fill the tub with water so we can flush and fully charge all phones and computers.
Off to be responsible.
Growing up in Oklahoma shaped his thinking a great deal. Every summer we would be whisked away to the shelter a couple of times a month [or week], until later, when we bought a house and began migrating to our own storm shelter. It was pretty scary, and while I coped by refusing to think about it, he coped by learning everything he could and becoming a weather expert.
I think I've disappointed my dad by refusing to stay aware of the natural world around me. The man who can stand in a field of wheat and tell when it's ripe by the sound of the wind through the grain has given the world a daughter who never even watches the weather. At least he can feel good about my brother, who has dutifully called and reminded me to turn the refrigerators to their highest settings, fill the tub with water so we can flush and fully charge all phones and computers.
Off to be responsible.