What I Hated the Least Today 9/365: Weathers

I’m glad that I live in a country which has weathers. They not only provide for an interesting observation but are also highly photogenic.

I’ve become unduly fascinated with the dull subject of watching the impact of seasonal changes on my outdoor chairs. I bought the chairs last spring and I fear they won’t last this winter. I don’t think Ikea intended that I keep the chairs out throughout the year. They shall not die in vain, though, and their demise will be properly documented.

I assume that my recently discovered fascination with weather means that I’m old. The next thing I know I’ll be like my grandfather, who structured his existence around a weather station and kept detailed records of his readings.


Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

11 thoughts

  1. A good start to following in your grandfather’s footsteps. Ha ha! The mundane can have its own beauty as you have taught me with my posting of the flyswatter months ago.


  2. I’m quite envious of all this snow, I might quite like minus ten degrees 🙂 English winter so far dull, wet and grey and occasionally gusty with a tiny flurry of snow in November once (where I am at least) – starting to get a bit colder but can you just give your weather a shove toward my direction?


    1. I was envious of other people’s snow too, but when the first snow of this winter arrived after the New Year’s Day, I soon got fed up with it. Now it’s thawed and we’re back to the bleak grey winter that you’re describing. Maybe the snow went your way? 😉


  3. I love the seasons. For a short period, I moved to Oakland, near Berkeley, and I hated it in good part because the sky was blue all the time. Almost a lack of seasons, but nothing in sky. I had moved from the Pacific Northwest, and was one of those who loved the rain and gray skies. I needed movement and changes above me, gray to blue, white puffy clouds to dark ominous clouds moving in.

    I read a good essay once about why we get more fascinated about the weather as we get older. Something to do with a greater appreciation for the passage of time, but also because it has both consistency with the occasional wild fluctuations (which seem to be increasing these days, eh), all due to vast array of intricate variables. Again age may give one a better appreciation of these, along with appreciation for the beauty of something like changes of a chair and the looks of it through the seasons.

    Now the whole train spotting fascination in England I don’t get. 🙂


    1. Thank you for you beautiful comment! I’m surprised that you also like variety in weathers, one would assume that everyone likes the eternal summer. Like you, I sometimes do enjoy what’s called “bad weather”, clouds and rain.

      The essay you describe must’ve been fascinating. I agree with the sentiments whole-heartedly. It surely makes sense that as you get older, you become more interested in the passage of time, and in mutability. And train spotting I don’t get either! Perhaps tram spotting, I like trams 😉

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      1. “mutability” is a great word to describe with what the mind finds fascinating.

        Unlike my older brother, I am not a sun worshiper. Sending me to Phoenix, AZ, would be the worst punishment for me (I prefer bitter cold over scorching hot as well).

        I half-jokingly say it is because my ancestors are pretty much all from the North Sea region. A mild calm gray day in the 50s was a good day, indeed.


        1. I stole the word mutability from some poem, I no more remember which 😦 I don’t know who my ancestors were but they must have been from some place of eternal night because I prefer night to day and avoid the sun like plague. My ancestor might have been Dracula.

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