Is There a Meteorologist in the House?

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.

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Six Sentence Story: Twist

An antique typewriter Each week, Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog posts a prompt word and invites bloggers to come up with a Six Sentence Story. It's a fun challenge for writers, and a delight for readers. Go over to her blog to read what others have written, and feel free to post your own story, too! This week's prompt: twist. ********************************* The kids who moved in next door were big kids--much older than her 3-year-old self--but they might be fun to play with, and as they were coming towards her, the idea of them being new friends seemed at least possible. She was rather shy, but she understood the basics of making friends, so when those neighbors crowded all around her and asked her what her name was, she didn't hesitate to answer. She thought she had spoken loudly enough, but apparently her shyness got the best of her, because they didn't seem to have heard her. "Twisty?" they asked, and recognizing she needed to be even louder, she ...

Ten Things of Thankful: Lovely Autumn

I've mentioned before, but it bears repeating, that I love fall. This week I noticed the following:

Ten Things of Thankful: Valentine's Day is in Spring Edition

Despite what the groundhog predicted, here in my neck of the woods we have been enjoying balmy weather. I think the nation needs a west coast groundhog to provide the local forecast. I've spent time in my backyard this week, pruning palms and roses, pulling weeds, and planting raspberries and lilacs. For those of you still buried in snow, I offer a hopeful glimpse of weather to come:

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