Tuesday, November 24, 2020

READING THE WEATHER

Our lives have been revolutionized by the ability to check online for the weather report. Mike wouldn’t think of planning a hunting trip, a visit to the farm, or a bike ride without checking his weather app.

Some years back, a son gifted us with a digital weather station, and we were hooked. Eventually, we upgraded to one that would give us more info, but last summer the anemometer (wind measure) wore out, and we missed having that piece of info. A few weeks ago, an older unit we were using in bedroom also quit, so Mike decided to do a total upgrade of our weather equipment.

First, he replaced the bedroom unit and his clock radio with a simple digital thermometer and clock. 

 

 

 

Next, he upgraded the main unit, which required replacing the new sensor on the garage. (A picture is worth a thousand words.) I did not enjoy being the assistant, especially when I had to climb the ladder to give him the wrench he dropped. Just attaching it to the garage took over an hour, but he persevered, got it done, and hit the “easy” button. 

 

 

The receiver sits on the organ, as did the other one, and it gives us all sorts of information – time and date, indoor and outdoor temp, wind speed and direction, the amount of precipitation, humidity, barometric pressure, etc.


My dad was also a weather-watcher and would have loved the digital weather station and the apps, even though he wasn't born to the digital age. He kept a close eye on the thermometer outside the kitchen window, and he daily tapped his barometer, which hung on the living room wall outside his studio. After he died, we used the barometer in his memory until it broke a few years ago. There was no reason to keep it after that, but my memories of Daddy tapping it and commenting on the weather go way back. It was the end of an era in more ways than one. KW

3 comments:

Chuck said...

I remember him tapping the barometer and commenting each time as it rose and fell. When it went really low, he would say a bad storm was moving in, and he was right most of the time. It was a ritual with him.

Kathy said...

"a ritual with him" -- a great way to say it!

Chris said...

We have a barometer that Dan's folks gave us many, many years ago, and like you, used it extensively before all this new-fangled stuff we have. The kids, especially, were prone to tapping it when they were in high school, mostly hoping for large snowfalls and snow days! Dan called it "hearing the woodpeckers." Brings back memories.