Snow and Other Weather Obsessions

We got this tiny little dusting of snow today.

Snow is important at my house.

My husband Loves the weather.  (See the capital L?)  And he Loves snow best of all.

It was bad enough a few years ago before The Master’s Degree.  Back then whenever those evil meteorologists would make their gleeful, fevered predictions of 80 feet of snow, Darling Husband would fall for it every time.  “Wife!  We’ll be getting 80 feet of snow tomorrow!!!”

But the next morning:  nothing.  Darling Husband would sink into a depression and mope around the house.  No, correction: he’d mope around at work.  Since there was no snow that meant that the roads were clear and he was stuck going to work.

And then, seven years ago, he got a job at a college in the IT department and the stakes were even higher.  Colleges always close for snow!  If we get snow, he’ll automatically get a day off work!   But when the trumped-up weather predictions would prove to be false, ooooh!  The misery!

And then it got worse.  (How is that even possible?!)

Six years ago, he started working on The Master’s Degree in geosciences.  For geosciences you get to study things like: how the earth was formed, oceanography and …. the weather.  The Weather!

I’m telling you, his secret reason for getting this degree was to feed his obsession with the weather.  The earth and ocean, those were just obstacles along the way.

Here’s how I know:

To get The Master’s Degree, Darling Husband would come home every night, eat dinner, and then study until he went to bed.  His only down time was the one hour a week spent watching Doctor Who.

About 2 years into this amazingly boring daily routine, I mentioned something about how it’ll all be worth it when he becomes a professor.  (Because the whole point of this particular degree is to enable you to teach geosciences at the college level.)

And he replied, all matter of fact, “Oh, I won’t do that.  I already make too much money.  I’d have to take a paycut to become a professor.  I might teach part time or something.”

That’s when I raised my eyebrows, gave a deep sigh, and resigned myself to the fact that this whole weather thing was beyond my control.

Now that he has The Degree, he does use it to teach as an adjunct.  He still works his full time job, but now he also spends his evenings planning classes, grading papers, and thwarting sneaky students who try to get out of doing their homework.

But after the class is planned, the papers graded, and the students subdued, Darling Husband stays up late into the night with all the other crazy weather people, following each other on twitter, accessing obscure meteorology websites, and making their own insane predictions of mountains of snow.

Yeah…snow is important at my house.

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6 thoughts on “Snow and Other Weather Obsessions

  1. So when are we getting some of this great snow? Today was quite beautiful — almost like a snow globe for about 30 minutes. 😉 Just yesterday our daughter was talking about the weather class you & your husband did for her age group. Know that I’m appreciating him (and you) passing along some joy of learning of the weather to her – and certainly to others in the class!

    • DH says that we’re not going to get much snow this year after all. It seemed hopeful earlier in the year that we would get tons of snow (something about the ice in Siberia, and how the air swoops past it and carries the cold air to North America), but it’s not working out. DH has been very saddened by this.

      That class was fun. I didn’t do anything for the class–it was all him. He loves Geoscience, especially the weather, and it really comes out when he teaches.

  2. It’s like rooting for a sports team. Sometimes your favorite team wins, sometimes they lose. What decent fan wouldn’t be sad if his (or her) team lost? 🙂

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