mjj (flemmings) wrote,
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'Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May'

The Weather Underground confuses me mightily. In spite of their station being in Little Italy or something, like a mile away and thus much much closer than The Weather Network or Environment Canada's airport location, I can't make their current weather jibe with mine. They'll assure me there was a thunderstorm 45 minutes ago, when I was biking happily home in calm sun. They say there was fog at 7 pm yesterday when in fact there was a mighty rainstorm that soaked me to the skin, because I was walking yesterday to get exercise. (And let me say, in this record-breakingly rainy month, yesterday was the first time in three weeks to exhibit the 'grey wet flowery May' topos. And in this extremely volatile month, that Mother's Day weekend feels a very long time ago.)

I don't mind. Wunderground's default forecast seems to be 'thunderstorms', where other people forecast 'isolated showers' or even 'cloudy'. My life will be much calmer if I don't have to believe them.

Gladstone, Three Parts Dead
Harkness, A Discovery of Witches
Williams, The Shadow Pavilion
Kate Ross, Whom the Gods Love
McGuire, Rosemary and Rue
Pratchett, A Blink of the Screen
LeGuin, A Fisherman of the Inland Sea
Higashino, Salvation of a Saint
McGuire, An Artificial Night

What was I doing this month to have such sad results? An Artificial Night took me five days to read. Walking, I suppose, and gardening, and being one-eyed for much of the time.
Tags: reading_13, rl_13
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