A couple of days ago, it was 54 degrees out. The sun was shining, the birds were tweeting, and the squirrels were, um, squirreling. A light wind blew and all was right with the world. Now, today, the rain came. It is cold, blustery, and not at all conducive for the sun, birds, or squirrels to do their thing.
According to the weather-guessers, it is supposed to snow for the next two days. Now, these are probably not the same ones that told my sister in Boulder that the snow was only going to last for a short while and deposit just 2 inches, but they are of the same breed (if not the same genus) and they make their predictions based on Ouija Boards and fish guts (or whatever) wrapped around their fingers.
A company a few years back used to sell what they called a backyard weather indicator. It was a simply flat board about 6 inches square that was suspended by a string on all four corners and hung on a tripod. It was simple to use:
If the board was dry and warm, the sun was shining.
If the board was wet, then it was raining.
If the board was whipping around, then the wind was blowing.
If the board had two inches of snow on it, then it was snowing
You get the idea, I’m sure. I wonder if that company is still around because they obviously had an inner track to thing of that nature. They probably invented the Pet Rock also.
I just watched an old British black and white movie starring Aldo Ray and Peter O’Toole called “The day they Robbed the Bank of England”. It’s a very good movie but only about 85 minutes long. Now that I’ve seen it, I was strongly reminded of a much more modern movie released not long ago called “The Bank Job”. Like the older movie, the thieves used an old sewer to tunnel under the bank vault so they could plunder it. Not having the modern conveniences of things like radios, rapid transportation, and other things like that, the old thieves got caught simply by bad luck. In the new movie, a ham radio operator picked up their handi-talkie chatter and called police. The police, in turn, did some fancy sleuthing by sending cars all over London with their sirens hooting while the detectives listened for radio chatter. Clever idea, for sure. It didn’t work because a clumsy accomplice on a rooftop dropped his radio to the pavement below.
The end of the later movie got a bit murky as the thieves traded some smutty pictures by a female Royal for immunity and new passports. They “underestimated” the value of their haul also and rode off into the sunset. I’m pretty sure Aldo Ray didn’t get to do that.
Our cat is certifiably deranged. That’s a veterinary term meaning “she’s crazy”. Since the squirrels have virtually stopped frolicking in the yard, she has now taken up a watch station in the front window and “ekkkks” at the occasional bird that has the temerity to try and feed itself from the small try I have suspended right in front of the front porch. This puts the birds at about eight feet away from her nose. Yeah, I know. It’s cruel, but lots of fun (for me, bwwwwahahahahah). One of these days I’m going to have to film her. She really gets into it. She paces back and forth while they peck away and when they fly off (especially upwards over the roof of the porch) she zooms to the back sliding door and waits patiently for them to appear. They never do, but she won’t listen to me.