I decided this week I would write about the weather. We’ve been having a lot of it, you know. I made my topic decision on Tuesday, when we were having a “bad weather day” in San Angelo. (Hey, p-s-s-s-s-t, want to know a secret? For me, it turned out to be a great weather day. That’s why I’ve chosen it for a column topic.)
First though, I’ve got a bit more explaining to do, or this column will fall short. OK, well, it may fall short anyway, but I mean it won’t be long enough in column inches. We’ll see how things go. For now, though, please, just work with me.
I decided Tuesday morning when the alarm sounded at 5 a.m. and I read the alert on my phone all schools in the San Angelo ISD had been cancelled for the day, I’d choose the weather topic. Hadn’t been awake 60 seconds and it was the second major decision I made for the day. First one had been to snuggle a little deeper into my two-quilt perfectly warm covers and mumble a prayer.
“Thank you Lord for this safe place and this warm bed that I don’t have to get up out of.”
Now, I should also say, on Thursday when the weather was beautiful and temperatures rose to a balmy mid-80s, I thought I should reconsider my Tuesday plan, but Thursday is the day the column is due, and since I didn’t have another better idea, the weather didn’t lose its original consideration.
Just the same, as I try to do every chance I get, I did whisper one of my on-the-fly prayers.
“Thank you Lord for this beautiful day that I get to be out in watching my granddaughter play soccer. Oh, and in case I haven’t mentioned it lately, thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me live in Texas where the weather frequently changes.”
I could have just prayed, “Thank you for letting me live in Texas,” and God would have understood I was including the weather. I’m trying to make a point here for you, my good and faithful readers.
Anyway, back to Tuesday morning and the bad/good weather day.
I was still in the warm comfort of my double-quilt covers when I posted on Facebook my very delight at Mother Nature’s successful attempt at grounding me – and I hoped those I love dearest and best.
In fact with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, I posted, “Oh bad weather day, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
“1. It's 6:30 a.m. And I am in bed – not driving the granddaughter's courier service.
“2. I get to stay home all morning and work on my book/project.
“3. I've got plenty of Sweet & Spicy tea, a Lean Cuisine Lasagna, fresh fruits and vegetables for me and dog food for the pointy-eared dog to stay home and be warm.
“4. I've got Facebook friends to converse with in case I get lonely.”
No sooner did those first four show on the screen but that I thought of a fifth thing to be grateful for. And let me just say here, now, I am really truly the most grateful for, so I added this comment.
“Oh, and #5, I don't work for a newspaper anymore, so there is no expectation for me to risk my life to come to work to write stories about people who risked their lives and came to work and (believe it or not) got in an accident.”
People don’t take good advice. I know, I’ve been one of those myself. But as far as weather warnings go, I am reformed. You know the creed: Accept the things you cannot change; change the things you can; and be smart enough to know the difference. That applies to the weather, maybe more than anything.
Think about it. Accidents caused by ice are like getting caught in a trap. People think they have something of huge importance they must do and they get out on the ice. The accident occurs. What they set out to do doesn’t get done, but the injury or death caused by the accident forever alters the lives of so very many people.
Friends, my bad weather day lived up to every one of my expectations. What a gift it turned out to be.
With that, I’d like to offer one more prayer for the smooth, but not ice-slippery road.
“Thank you Lord for the many contrasts of life – the cold, the hot and for everything we’ve got.”
EDITOR’S NOTE: Candace Cooksey Fulton is a freelance writer, formerly of Brownwood, living now in San Angelo. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.