This morning, one of our local weather forecasters said, “Today will be remembered for being very bright..”. I found this very insulting to the other days of the week. Certainly yesterday was exceptionally bright too. And for all I know Tuesday will be just as intelligent. Clearly this woman has a glaring bias (pun intended), and it concerns me that Tuesday through Sunday will remain forever undervalued and seen as somewhat dim.
In the climate workplace, I would say that the other days of the week have a credible claim of discrimination.
Ironically, the news stations here have decided that doppler radar images and assorted predictive computer applications really don’t serve the public as well as .. a window. So now the forecasters have an outdoor set with lots of cameras, and they give the weather report from there. “Look at the sun rise”, “It’s a cool morning – have the kids where a jacket if they’re waiting for the school bus”…I think I would like a job where I can stand outside and speak the obvious and/or provide a seven-day outlook with confidence – and be wrong half the time. How comforting to be able to shrug one’s shoulders and blame an unforeseen dip in the jet stream for any errors and remain employed. I could do this job well.
Yet as Mondays go, this one is pretty spectacular. Certainly far too cool and clear to be inside, so the Sirs and I are bracing for a serious nature walk. I’ll be breathing deep and feeling the sun tickle my skin; the Sirs will be marking every tree as we go, crisscrossing their leashes around my legs with thoughtless abandon, oblivious to the beauty around them and the precarious position in which I am being placed. I have no worries though, for I have been assured, that today is very bright. With that kind of wisdom around me, I feel pretty sure I won’t fall over my feet.