When I was in upper elementary school, I remember having to keep track of the local weather report. It was for a short period of time -- a week or two, maybe a month, I don’t remember exactly -- and it was either for a class project or a requirement for my Boy Scout merit badge in meteorology. I can’t be sure which. But I do recall that I was in the fifth or the sixth grade. And I remember that because my teacher at the time was a man.
Our school system had no middle school program in those days, only elementary school, junior high, and high school. Most of the elementary school teachers (kindergarten through grade six) were women, while junior high consisted of grades seven through nine. I think our district made it a point to recruit men to teach grades five and six so that students would be used to having men as teachers before they entered junior high.
All that said, this “weather tracking” thing required that I listen to the radio every morning and jot down the forecast for the day. This included the high temperature, the low, the chance of rain (it was spring at the time), and then, at the end of the day, to summarize the forecast’s accuracy. It was actually kind of fun!
Fast forward to now.
I’ve kept a journal of one kind or another since I was fourteen or fifteen. But I don’t just write in my journals. I also doodle, sketch, and mess around with lettering. Since I’m making a really SLOW effort to kick out 100 drawings, writing a bit about each as I go, I thought I’d merge doodling and lettering with my old interest in the weather.
This is the header from my February 10th journal entry. Notice it says “100% Chance of Chemo Today!” plus “100% Chance of Full Recovery!” As it turned out, my antibody levels were not sufficient for a chemo treatment that day. It got postponed ‘til February 16th -- when my levels were MORE than sufficient.
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