Yesterday, the media was filled with dire warnings of yet another huge wind and snow storm coming our way. The city had snow equipment ready. Massive mountains of sand were piled near the freeway underpasses. People were swamping the stores, stocking up on provisions. Kids were digging out their sleds and mittens. We had finally learned our lesson after the last couple of storms. The formerly mild-weathered Seattle wasn’t about to be caught unaware again.
I didn’t participate in the getting-ready-for- the-storm madness. I knew that it wasn’t going to be a big deal. I knew this because my parents had left the region. Yes, it’s true, I’ve finally come to the realization that my parents are Weather Trolls.
You wouldn’t know it just by looking at them. If you went strictly by appearances, they look like fine, upstanding citizens. But a quick read of any fairy tale (or even just watching Shreck) will let you know that looks can be deceiving.
They weren’t like this when I was growing up. (Although, now that I think of it, they may have been the cause of some of those California earthquakes…) I think something happened to them when they became full-time RVers. Maybe some evil sorcerer cast an evil spell on them. Anyways, wherever they go, bad weather seems to follow. They’ve caused ice storms both here and at my baby brother’s house in South Carolina. And strange weather everywhere in-between.
The key evidence that finally confirmed my suspicions was that our weather was fine until they came in November. We immediately had a highly unusual snowstorm. A few weeks later we had a monstrous windstorm that blew down trees and power lines leaving the entire region without power for a week. As soon as they left, the clouds parted and out came the sun. (Pretty rare here this time of year)
Shortly after my folks rolled into their spot in Arizona, there was a freak windstorm. It was so bad that the highways were closed and…half the power was knocked out in the town.
Mere coincidence you say? I think not…