"Howdy, Buddy."
"Howdy, Joe."
"Quite the weather we've been having."
"Yep. It's been nice today. I'm glad it got up into the nineties to melt all the ice from yesterday's hail storm."
"Did you hear there is suppose to be a tornado tomorrow?"
"Yep. Got my storm gear already set up in the bathroom."
Texans
will even discuss the weather when they aren't in Texas. I live in Virginia. My grandmother lives in New York. We are both Texan, born and raised. When we talk on the phone, we take the time
to discuss the weather in our states.
Then, we discuss the weather in Texas, where my parents still live.
When
I talk to my dad, he will ask, "So, y'all been having some weather?"
I
think Texans fascination with the weather goes back to when our lively-hood was
depended upon the success of our cattle herds.
A close eye had to be kept on Texas's highly variable weather to ensure
the safety of the herd.
"Hey
Joe, did that tornady cause you any problems?
"Well, the house is gone, my wife was found in a tree two miles away, the barn is destroyed, but the herd is safe."
"Thank
goodness for that.""Well, the house is gone, my wife was found in a tree two miles away, the barn is destroyed, but the herd is safe."
Perhaps
Texans discuss the weather because it can change from day to day, even hour to
hour. I remember, my childhood home
faced north. We would get these northern
cold fronts and more than once, I watched storms as they approached the
house. You could stand on the door step,
feel the wind pick up and watch as the storm travelled down the street towards
the house.
"The
storm is at Lizzie's house," I would announce to my mom. "Now it's at the Johnsons. Now it's two houses away..... and now here it is!" Cold wind and rain would rush through the
door.
"Molly!
Close that door. You're letting the
storm into the house!"
When
I started driving, I had to drive my brother to an activity one summer
afternoon. It started pouring rain and
rained so hard, I couldn't see the car in front of me. The rain pounded on the car's roof, deafening
in its noise. I drove quite slowly,
watching for the red lights of the car in front of me.
Texas
weather. There is nothing like it and
Texans love to discuss their beloved insane weather.
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