Weather Vein

     This spring has been a season of devastating tornadoes, heat and floods.  But God must own real estate in western Montana because He has gone to a lot of trouble to delay flooding in our area by keeping the winter snowpack from melting too quickly.  It has been too cool for the snowpack to melt, in fact, the snowpack is still building.  The Logan Pass visitor center at Glacier Park looks like an abandoned cabin in a arctic wasteland.  I don't know why we have been singled out for this special favor or the favor of watering our lawns for us, you would think God would have more important things to do.  Needless to say, this would be a poor time to talk to us about global warming, we would welcome it.
     There are what are now called "sunbreaks" though.  My mind and most of my body welcome these intervals of sun, but my brain has a built in barometer which responds to changes in pressure by triggering migraines.  As a migraineur (makes me sound successful, or possibly French) I can tell the difference between weather and muscle triggered headaches.  Essentially I have a weather vein in my head.  Now I can join the ranks of the old people who can predict the weather by the ache of their lumbago (sounds Italian), rheumatism etc. For my brain's sake I wish the weather would choose either good or bad and just spend the day there.
     Summer officially begins Tuesday but I'm sure our weather will be as heedless of the summer solstice as it was of the spring.  Weather generally has no interest in calendars.  My favorite joke about weather comes from a friend at church:
                                     "What do you do in the summer in the Flathead?"
                                     "Well, if it happens to fall on a Sunday, after church we
                                       pack a picnic and go to the lake."

I hope summer falls on a Sunday this year.