The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Friday, July 25, 2025
Murphy is a weather law in Texas
Texas weather is . . . unpredictable. From the Iowa Park Journal this week:
They planned their roof renovation on the basis of a clear weather forecast. Had they never heard of Murphy's Law???
I had loaned 8,000 square feet of heavy tarpaulins with grommets to a friend. It was more than enough to cover a roofing job he was doing. The forecast was for two weeks worth of clear skies. (I don't trust forecasts beyond three days, but that's just me.)
Sure enough, on the end of the first day, a storm parked itself over his site for three weeks. That was the March Miracle of 2003 after a particularly dry winter. That first day included fierce winds which sent the tarps sailing. It was the only day of strong winds. It was also the day out of three weeks which had the heaviest rain fall.
In Hawaii, we'd marvel that across the street could be drenching rain while we stood in the clear blue. Or vice versa.
Driving across Michigan, I noticed one half of a beautiful house had been utterly destroyed by a tornado. The other half showed absolutely no signs of damage. Not even peeled paint. I have the photo around here somewhere.
8 comments:
Its Texas, 20 minutes or 20 miles to get a change in the weather.
Opening up your roof is MUCH stronger medicine for rain than washing your car!
Who in this world would ever trust a weather forecast. Only job you can be wrong 90 percent wrong and still keep their job.
Southern California; Drive ONE mile and you can go from rain and wind to full sun and dead-calm!
I had loaned 8,000 square feet of heavy tarpaulins with grommets to a friend.
It was more than enough to cover a roofing job he was doing.
The forecast was for two weeks worth of clear skies.
(I don't trust forecasts beyond three days, but that's just me.)
Sure enough, on the end of the first day, a storm parked itself over his site for three weeks.
That was the March Miracle of 2003 after a particularly dry winter.
That first day included fierce winds which sent the tarps sailing. It was the only day of strong winds. It was also the day out of three weeks which had the heaviest rain fall.
He and his crew spent the night at the job site.
In Hawaii, we'd marvel that across the street could be drenching rain while we stood in the clear blue. Or vice versa.
Driving across Michigan, I noticed one half of a beautiful house had been utterly destroyed by a tornado. The other half showed absolutely no signs of damage. Not even peeled paint. I have the photo around here somewhere.
Ummm, heard of Congress??
Gotta love that wet/dry line. Clouds don't "come in", they suddenly form up right over your head.
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