Climate change naysayers pooh-poohing any personal responsibility for the environment, refusing to acknowledge the parallels, haven’t visited Chicago recently. This afternoon it’s 80-something, dampness droops over everything, heat hangs in the atmosphere and the humidity hovers at 187%, at least. It rained all Friday night and most of this morning. I don’t know how it isn’t raining now. Someone must have slipped some plastic sheathing between the heavens and the North Side.
Next week it’s supposed to fall into the 60s, maybe 70s. On the news, meteorologists are using that best-forgotten phrase from last winter: Polar Vortex. Yep. July 12 in Chicago, any number of neighborhoods flooded, and the 2014 Polar Vortex plans visiting next week. You can’t make this stuff up. I suggest any undeclared college majors seriously consider a meteorology major. Mother Nature rules and weather forecasting will never be an exact science. Type-A’s might rest easier knowing their predictions aren’t more reliable than thermometer-shattering temperature swings, daily plummets and spikes in barometric pressure, off-shore oil rigs spilling seas of gunk into our oceans. Not that I think it won’t be cold next week, I can’t blame the weather-people who probably wish for radio gigs so no one can recognize them. I’ve a feeling my favorite CPA is bordering on silly today, too. He sent a crazy funny list of Adult Truths, and I also found the following extremely insightful parenting article from the renowned paper, The Onion, on his Google page. There’s comfort in finding some stuff never changes.