I have mixed feelings when it comes to meteorology.
Talk about a branch of science that is at the same time essential and completely useless. For one thing, there are large ereas of the globe where meteorologists would just be futile.
For an example, when I lived in Guinea, everybody knew there were just a couple of days of uncertainty, weather-wise. We’d have about six months of bright blue skies and intense heat… Then about a week of rain-sun-rain-sun mix, before the raining season took over… For the next six months. No big mystery there.
Weather forecasts must be pretty boring in deserts, and around both Poles. But I haven’t lived in any of these areas, so I can’t say for sure.
But I have spent a fair number of years in Québec, and here, weather previsions are a must. When, in the same week, you can go from a sunny 20 degrees Celsius (about 68 degrees Fahrenheit) to a -10 (14 F) with icy rain or snow, you need a little assistance to know how to dress for the day. Meteorology is such a big part of our lives that it is the number one small talk subject.
In my memories, weather people used to have some guts.
When I was a child, they would tell us with confidence, what the next day would bring. It would either be sunny, cloudy, rainy or snowy. Of course, they were wrong almost as often as they were right, because Mother Nature always has the last word. But they took a chance, and that’s how things were.
You’d think that with years going by, technology would allow meteorologists to be more precise? That would be logical, right?
Although we now have satellites and radars and years of studying air currents and flows and their effects on the weather, prediction-making seems more random than ever. And forecast people don’t even try to guess…
Here’s what Trois-Rivières (where my parents live) should experience tomorrow:
Really? Sun and/or clouds and/or rain and/or snow?? Come on… If you can’t be more precise than that, just be honest, and put a question mark!