Until December 23, 2010, I was a city girl. I had daily lattes, shopped a little too often, relied on public transportation, and rejected the thought of ever living in the country. When my husband and I decided to leave it all for West Texas to farm, life changed completely. Read my “Farmwife Confessions” to learn about the transition.
I’ve never been the type of person to pay attention to the weather. I have a basic understanding of the seasons and dress accordingly. Summer in Texas is hot. Winter in DC is cold. I’ve never known when it was going to rain. Or when the wind was going to blow like a hurricane. But, I’ve mostly been okay with that.
But, now, people want to have conversations about the weather. Not in the small talk kind of way that most of the world talks about the weather. But serious, in-depth, long conversations about the weather.
In DC, conversation followed a pattern: a little small talk, often about the latest blizzard or the unbearable swamp-like humidity in the summer, and that quickly turned into never-ending discussions about politics.
Here, where weather determines your livelihood and not just your comfort, weather takes a dominant role in conversation. For example, last night, I went to a house party and conversation went something like this:
“Did you hear about the GOP debates a few nights ago?”
“Yeah…. Can you believe school starts in a week?”
“No….. But more importantly, did you see that there is a cloud 100 miles away that might build into a rain storm?”
And then everyone pulls out their phone with radar on it to compare different weather projections.
It turns out, that cloud 100 miles away did turn into a rain storm. As the rains came down on the party, everyone cheered and rejoiced while taking cover in the garage. And then the cheering turned into chanting for people to do keg stands. Which was funny …. until they started chanting “Russell! Russell! Russell!”