Weather predictions

Looking out at the horizon can be challenging at best. What lies beyond the hill? What forces gather beyond the earth's curve? The skies have been lees than clear for sometime now. Uncertainty and unpredictability have fogged up the view from the quarter deck. Even the Crow's nest offers no relief from the obscurity that belies the questing for answers. Now the clouds have grown more stifling. Not all is lost but there is clearly a storm brewing on the horizon. The first early tinges of it's ugly head are rearing beyond the covering offered by mountain and sea.

Will the storm hold strong though? Will the ship be smashed on the shoals to become just so much more detritus and flotsam. I am not one to prognosticate while too many variables are as yet unknown. I will however take precautions as I see fit to steer my vessel through to the destination I should choose. I shall take the measures that are with in my control to keep the ship afloat and on a steady course. The sails can be reefed at a moments notice, the anchor is at the ready and hatches are standing ready to battened down at the issuance of the command. Do I know this storm will be bad? No. Do I even know for sure that it will actually stay in my path? No. I pray fervently that it does not. I pray that is will be little more than a refreshing sprinkling of rain across the weather deck.

Should the storm hit, what be the fate of the ship? Will the gale be fierce or sturdy? Should I gather the sails and ride the currents or hope the mast can withstand the forces that assail it and let the wind take me as she will? I must think to my crew and what is in their best interests. Seeing them safely through this foreboding time is my first concern. Time and tide alone will tale.

More damaging to the environement than...

...a pregnant water buffalo. Seriously, we have gotten two target stands made now. I am looking forward to using them a little more often. I had wanted to take them out along with our pumpkins last Monday for our annual pumpkin shoot but fate it seems had other plans for me. The weather shifted and my body responded accordingly. Sinus drainage, aches, fever...you know the drill. I spent the weekend in bed all doped up on medication. I did manage to kick the crud but missed going shooting. Now the weather is totally threatening to go into full blown winter mode. That means I will really need to pick my days carefully to try and get out. It would be easier if I had a truck to get to our shooting location. I can do it the car but once the dirt gets all squishy I'm not going to be able to do it that way. That means I will have to park by the main road and hike in will all my gear....doable but much less fun.

My daughter is still here next to me as I write and asking me about the sense of my title. I think she doesn't fully understand the concept of a play on words. It all good though, she is a extremely smart girl and will get it with out me having to explain it to her.