This was the forecast from Saturday. Could someone please explain to me how the winds forecast can be so specific? I could understand winds between 10-20 mph, but 19? Really? I'm supposed to believe that the sustained winds were projected to be exactly 19 mph? Even the gusts forecast seemed unusual, without being rounded to a 5 or 10. Perhaps the weatherman was just tired of being ignored, and thought if he threw out an unusual number, people would take notice. (Similar to Disneyland's 14 mph speed limit in the parking structure.) If so, it worked. At least for me. I haven't heard anyone else puzzling over it, though, so maybe my mind is just a bit too easily perplexed.
Infant-me, sitting on the wood floor, looks up at my dad, who is sitting on a brown sofa and smiling down to me Here in the United States, it is Father's Day weekend. I did not realize until recently that Father's Day was not officially made a holiday until 1972. 1972! Now, while I realize that many people consider 1972 eons ago, I do not. I'm glad that fathers have a day of recognition now, because they surely deserve acknowledgement. I thought for this week's Ten Things of Thankful post, I would list ten lessons I'm thankful my dad taught me. My dad is a teacher. Not only did he impart his knowledge to countless junior high aged kids throughout his career, he taught--and still teaches--my siblings and me. He is not a preachy teacher; he's a humble man whose lessons I feel like I learned through osmosis. When he would get home from work, we'd all sit down as a family for supper. Often, our phone would ring, and on the other end of the line would be a paren