Last week, I wrote, as is my custom, on Tuesday. It was after Hurricane Ida had wrecked havoc on Louisiana. It had not yet moved through the country into the northeast.
Hurricane Ida hitting the coast of Louisiana with sustained winds of 150 miles per hour is something I hope to never experience in this lifetime. On the anniversary of Katrina, no less. I have to mention these weather events so I can remember to never complain.
I'm willfully guillible. When told something that either interests or tickles me, I tend to repeat it as gospel. To wit: years ago, I was told that when more than half the cows in a field are lying down, it is likely to rain.
I was once again all set to complain about the high humidity leading to miserable outdoor work conditions. Then there was an article in The New York Times on Tuesday about the Bootleg wildfire in Oregon. It is so large that it is creating its own weather.
