Today was a beautiful spring day. Finally, finally, icicles dripped and water ran and snow melted. Oh, at long last. Could it be the last of winter?
But then, late this evening I went out for a stroll and there was a frigid wind blowing. The temp was around freezing which is to be expected at nightfall, but with the wind chill it felt like more miserable winter weather.
So I said to Hub, “What are we in for tomorrow? Did you listen to the weather?”
“Yes,” he said, “and the guy on the news said cold and blowing snow for the next three days.”
I pulled my longest fed-up-with-winter face.
“Don’t look so down,” Hub said. “What does he know? The guy is just a meteorologist. He’s not a weather man.”
Oh what good news.
P.S. I can only surmise from that discussion that a meteorologist studies weather patterns, but a weather man can construe weather more to Hub’s liking without any patterns.