Monday Morning we had a line of storms come through the county.
Starting at 8am until it passed there were a series of warnings sounded on the weather radio for Broward County. This all struck me as somewhat on the dramatic side. I come from an area where a big deal was when a line of thunderstorms would come through and you may have a bit of a need to go indoors until it passed. Say what you will about the Philadelphia Area Weather, but it was much more gentle.
As I am sitting here going through the job boards and all the postings for Business Analyst, Sr Business Analyst, Project Manager, IT Manager, and anything else that my very broad resume may fit, I’m also hearing first a Tornado Warning, then a Marine Warning, and a Severe Thunderstorm Warning sound in the span of an hour and a half.
Not too much you can do about that, I’m indoors, the Satellite radio is playing Haydn and other classical favourites, and the power is still on so I can make coffee if I should want.
The second warning, that Marine Warning got me to thinking. I haven’t been on a boat in a very long time, so I’m not terribly knowledgeable about what that would do to a person out in it. I’ll stay on Terra Semi Firma and try to keep my feet dry. As that rain started to fall and the dog got very unnerved I was thinking about when I was a kid in South Jersey. My sister and I had a pool in the back yard. Four Feet Deep so nobody would get in over their head, smooth vinyl bottom so your feet wouldn’t be sanded down by rough concrete, we would have many hours floating about like children would. I remember one day we got silly though. My sister Pat and I were having a particularly good time of it in the pool and I had a large two man raft in there with us. We learned that if we filled that raft up with water, it would still float but get warm and comfortable but very heavy. Once in a while we’d do that because it takes a lot of time with children’s hands to fill up that volume.
On the other hand just moving in the raft even a little bit would mean it would rock in the pool. We thought that was particularly fun one day and after we got through jumping in the pool very close to the raft when the other was in it, we hit upon “Rough Seas”. My sister liked to sit in the raft and get me to do Rough Seas once in a while which consisted of my pushing down on one side of the raft so that she’d be leaning to one side, but not so much as to flip her and then letting go. All the while chanting in a bizarre voice “Rough Seas…. Rough Seas…”. After a few pushes we could let the pool do it’s work because it would set up waves and she’d be rocking. Since I was quite a bit larger, I didn’t get much of a chance to be in the boat rocking about, but I did get it enough to find out what it was like.
Somehow I think that it wouldn’t be quite as fun if you were stuck out off the coast in this slop that is falling from the sky Monday morning, but I can hope that all will be well for those out there.
May your Rough Seas only be on a float in the pool and a safe harbour is only as far as standing up in the shallow end.