So, what are you doing? Ya know it's bad when I'm sitting here watching The Weather Channel. I don't think I'm going to tell you how often I watch The Weather Channel. We have satellite TV. (We carry our dish around with us everywhere we go. I think we get about a billion channels (if you count the Sirius Radio stations) and still there is nothing to watch. So, we watch the weather.
One of my favorite songs is Forever and Ever, Amen. Remember that one verse? I'm gonna love you forever...As long as old men sit and talk about the weather, as long as old women sit and talk about old men.
I guess we are getting old. When I was younger I thought it funny that my mom would call me just to see if we got any rain, and if so, how much. Now I'm calling her to see how much rain she got at her house. (I know she got some because I watch The Weather Channel!) After we discuss the weather, then we often discuss our "old men." I hang up and laugh at myself every time.
Anyway, we watch a lot of The Weather Channel. Part of the reason is because bad weather means beans in the pot for us. Bad weather plus big trees (fallen on houses) might even get us a piece of chicken and some salad to boot. I've heard my husband say, "Trees are our friends." So the weather is of great interest to us.
Now don't get me wrong. We are not heartless vultures. We hurt and pray for the folks whose lives are disrupted and devastated by the storms. But the fact is, when a home is damaged in a storm and the owner needs to collect on his insurance policy so he can have repairs made, my husband is the guy who works to make sure that person gets the cash he needs. Some careers are not glamorous nor favored, but necessary. Such is the undertaker, the janitor, and the catastrophic adjuster.
Now that hurricane season is upon us, (the first tropical storm has already come and gone) I not only watch the weather channel, I check the National Weather Service hurricane page regularly. Even before storms are approaching our coastlines, I am checking out the waves coming off the African coast.
What's that you say? "Get a life?" Yeah, well...it keeps me off the streets and out of trouble.
The moral to this post? Into every life, some storms will come. Watch out, be ready, and thank God for those folks who help you get back on your feet again. (And it never hurts to watch the weather channel.)