Who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand…

The Alternative Advent: Day 4

weather banner 2Everyone talks about the weather—

But no one does anything about it…

I managed to find time for a refresher shower shortly before the cat decided it was morning for the third time, knowing full well I’d either soon be summoned back to bed by her or unnecessarily shoved there by the brass monkeys.

You know the sort of thing— the 30 minute wake-up plunge squeezed into 90 seconds, with water that’s underdone for this time of year. I was hopping about chattering in fear of being caught short and shorter between a bout of hypothermia and an outdoors at its worst, in the chops.

We’ve had some particularly serious and chapping weather today; and it’s been miserable. Last night it was howling around the garden, in the way and of the type that used to smoke my cigarettes for me— all whilst slapping me about for good measure. Liveners they may be, but they’re insolent all the same.

It is observations such as these that really can inspire one to start looking at such things in a hurtful way, as though its infliction of injury is quite deliberate.

I can certainly imagine worse ways of looking at weather, but none quite so British or appropriately condescending as categorising it in terms of their manners.

And as such, it really would require a condescending name:

A formalities forecast perhaps?

I’ll leave it to you to imagine the extent to which a bag of Atlantic wind would have on your patience; or how amused you’d be were it on someone else’s, but I assure you there really are weather equivalents to:

  • speaking in a manner considered over-voluminously.
  • or with a mouth full of cake.
  • being called a little on the heavy side.
  • entering a room without so much as a tap first.
  • sneezing all over the place and you.
  • then not thinking to apologise
  • laughing at a small child when they’ve walked into something— as long as it’s not a road.

Obviously, I’ve allowed myself several moments to savour some of the more beastly behaviours of the uncontrollably uncultured and pondered their meteorological twins— and I must confess to much delight in doing so.

There would be something endearing about a forecast focussing on how noisy the weather was going to be; on its brashness; whether it would be rude, brazen, vulgar, impudent, discourteous, unmannerly, uncivil, cheeky, uncouth, crude, crass, gross, rustic, rough, common or churlish…

Or to what percent we ought expect a state of being or funny-business to swirl about us. How it may veer from a general gentlemanliness to being distinctly unladylike, lacking in gallantry, spine, spirit, heroism, pluck or consideration, or in a moment— being chock full of it!

It’s not what I had in mind exactly once the cat had finished her nonsense earlier, but I’ve decided there’s little virtue in describing how to make smash out of chewing gum— or spoiling how amusing applying good etiquette to shitty weather can be.

I always carry a spoon in my pocket. You know, just in case it rains…

Jarod Kintz

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Author: DB James

It's one of the finest things we do; write about our lives, because not only do we reveal our minds through revelations our thoughts provide us— But it gives us an incentive to be honest... It's almost impossible not to consider the value of thoughts with the fairly steady flow of them; their rudimentary worth, relevance to our lives and the importance to the people who have them. It's easy to see how distorted a thought can become when left to constant re-examination and how faceless victim/culprit dichotomies are given grounding by a name or a hover-card. If the last few weeks has demonstrated anything, it's how something as simple as a pen-stroke can release the burden and stresses they invariably cause. I've had glimpses into how fears, confessions, pains and crises can be put right by words creating deeds by changing little parts of the world. And I shouldn't be surprised: we write about things and repeat ourselves about things that have meaning to us. It keeps me humble...

16 thoughts on “Who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand…”

  1. It is unseasonably warm in my neck of the woods, and I almost feel fearful of it, and unable to really enjoy it for what it is…perhaps it’s because by tomorrow it will feel like sharp ice stabbing when the wind blows. Great post, as usual.

    1. Wind is by far the most loathsome of the elements. I could get quite vitriolic about it were I not a gentleman.

      Or British! :p

      Thank you 🙂 it could do with a little tweaking, I’ve been horribly out of sorts this week and struggling – I did enjoy the idea 😀

  2. You have a very creative mind, and I like it. We’re sitting at -4 right now and it’s after 11am. The beauty of it is, the hot cocoa at night. Otherwise, I’m ready for summer.

    1. Thank you very much 🙂 I like to think so – I try to find the most ordinary of ordinary things too. It doesn’t always come off as I’d like. Occasionally I make myself laugh though 🙂

      I can’t wait for a bit of friendlier weather! I’m afraid I’ll be playing golf with nothing but rust before long!

    1. Thank you 😀
      That’s really awesome! Of course Autumn is taking all the credit. I’ve been completely out of sorts this week – not sure why, just completely fatigued, but I’m sure I can rescue myself from myself before it’s too late…

      Thank you so much. It means a lot 🙂

  3. “Who wants to be foretold the weather?” ..me of course 🙂 I have bookmarked the accuweather.com site, watching the weather for my NYE trip away. Sure I’m skeptical about weather forecasted that far in advance but as it says sunny and 31C I so want to believe 🙂

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