I have always loved maps.
There is something mysterious about a two dimensional piece of paper with the ability to show a three dimensional world. And in the case of weather maps, the ability with a bit of logic thrown in to predict the future.
I became quite an expert [though I say so myself] in interpreting those old weather maps with their isobars, their fronts and their pressures. Show me yesterdays and todays charts and I can tell you pretty accurately if you should wear a coat tomorrow or plan a picnic.
They don't go in for charts much these days – it's all fancy computer graphics showing blodges and smudges sliding across the map indicating where the rain is supposed to fall, and dire warnings of some fucking colour code that means we all have to erect dams around our houses or something. Personally I entirely rely on just two websites – one gives me a precise picture as it is at the moment [give or take about five minutes] and the other gives me an overview of the wind. Between the two, I can always tell when to drag the dog out for a walk without getting soaked. I don't give a fuck about tomorrow's weather these days.
I have finally gotten used to the temperatures in Celcius [or Centigrade as I still call it] but rainfall and windspeed are almost meaningless. If they say we can expect 5cm of rain tomorrow, I automatically convert it to two inches and get the boat ready, but they can predict 100Km gusts of wind and I'll scratch my head. I by far prefer the Beaufort Scale. I know where I am with that.
Apparently some doctor complained to the Met Office last year saying that the Elderly can't understand the Metric System and could they please revert to inches and miles per hour. I can see them running with that little idea. The EU says Metric so Metric it must be. God has spoken and there ain't no goin' back [unless you’re in the UK!].
I also notice that the said doctor [and he's a doctor so everything he says is cast in stone] defines "elderly" as being 50 to 55 years of age. What the fuck? What does that make me? Am I post-elderly? Am I reverting to childhood already?
I hate to think that I missed my elderly phase altogether.