What I liked about this forecast is that the predicted path of Mr. Eisenhower looked more than a little like that of a bowling ball making its parabolic progress towards a strike. This had a kind of Saturday morning cartoon "rightness" about it. I don't put much stock in Tuesday predications of what Saturday storms will bring, but it gives us something new for which to watch on the news.
We have a distressingly cozy relationship with Gulf storms here in north Texas. Each has the potential to help us out. When a hurricane hits the Gulf coast, the accompanying rain comes to us and ends both heat and drought. It's an object lesson in how the same weather that brings devastation to one place is a gentle blessing by the time it reaches another. Yet Hurricane Ike, if it brings us flash floods, will be less of a blessing.
I signed up my young friend and I to go bird-watching on Saturday. The birdsong is not as vivid this time of year, as we are between nesting seasons. Yet I'm hopeful we'll see some cool things we can enjoy.
I was amused to see that next year, when I turn 50, I will be eligible to take classes at the Allen Senior Center. Can discounts at restaurants be far behind?
I'm thinking about input imbalance in communications.