Heavy rains, today.
An inch or more forecast, and that is excellent. Yesterday the skies
were the blue that artists paint and poets write of.
At work I went looking for the road guys, to get some
paperwork signed. Down the hall, through
the road office, through the road garage, until I spotted them through the open
bay doors, out in the yard, looking up, up into the sky.
You know I think the world of these two men. Tim, the road super, who saved the sunflowerfrom the Memorial Day parade last year.
The sunflower that Doug, the road assistant, and I were charged with
watering the week Tim was on vacation.
In one day we nearly baked the poor thing to death, but Doug set up anIV drip of chicken manure water and Sunny was revived. (Click on the "Sunflower" label to read her story from last year.)
So, I found Tim and Doug looking way up, and I looked up too, but only saw three planes and their contrails. Cleveland Hopkins
International Airport is about twenty miles northwest of the town hall, and air
traffic is not an uncommon sight. As I
remarked.
“Do you ever wonder if they will crash in the sky; look how
close those two are!”
No, I've never wondered that, as air traffic controllers are
in charge.
A little disappointed planes in the sky did not fascinate
me, Tim added “We've seen the President’s plane go over.”
“NO WAY! How did you know?”
“Fighter jet escorts, one on each wing.”
With the Fiscal Officer suitably impressed, Tim added
“Doug’s even seen numbers in the sky.
Tell her, Doug.”
An embarrassed Doug was prodded into his story. Driving with a buddy, they both remarked on
the striking cloud formations ahead of them, clearly, remarkably forming three
different numbers. No question about it,
they both saw them and said them. “We
should play those,” Doug’s buddy said.
“Waste of a buck,” Doug said.
At the next gas stop Doug filled the tank and looked around
for his friend, who came out of the station folding his lottery ticket. He’d played the numbers pick three,
boxed. He advised Doug to go buy a
ticket. Doug called him an idiot and they
got back on the road.
You know the end. The
buddy won $790. Doug’s not seen numbers
in the sky since.
Altocumulus formations usually comprise many
individual cloudlets and take shape at heights of 6,500 to 23,000 feet. The whorls
visible in this altocumulus layer, as seen from the International Space
Station, are caused by two regions of ocean air moving at different speeds.
Photo: Cosmonaut Fyodor Yurchikhin and the Russian Space Agency Press Services
Photo: Cosmonaut Fyodor Yurchikhin and the Russian Space Agency Press Services
I'm always looking for shapes in the clouds - saw a rabbit today. You get a good view of the sky round here.
ReplyDeleteWell if I ever see numbers in the sky I am definitely going to play them.
ReplyDeletehaha this is awesome, i am gonna be looking up more often now ;)
ReplyDeleteNow that's a good tip. Look up everyone!
ReplyDeleteJane x
Ps Is that an American Goldfinch in your header?
Yes, just nibbling away on the little yellow flowers. I was walking by and saw movement. Can't believe I got a decent shot, but he was in no hurry to abandon the little yellow flowers.
DeleteHey, I would have done the same. Jody, the Medicare Mom. By the way, I bring paper plates and napkins when they ask for food.
ReplyDeleteAs a kid I often lay back on the sports ground waiting for my turn on the field and checked out the sky, I haven't done it since maybe I should start, looking for numbers.
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ReplyDeleteTruth is stranger than fiction, yet again! I like to call it serendipity ... Awesome story :)
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a tapestry pattern. What a great story. Sometimes you just gotta go with it.
ReplyDeleteI used to amaze my wife (at least she appeared amazed) that I could spot a plane taking off or landing and tell her the model type. It's not as easy now because many of the Airbus and Boeing planes look similar.
ReplyDeleteLike most everyone I've seen shapes in the sky but never numbers. Nice blue one this afternoon.
I have a friend whose father drilled her and her brother on recognizing planes. It was a game, and either of them can still identify about anything that flies overhead.
DeleteI watch clouds but have yet to see numbers. I do not play the lottery though. Love this header.
ReplyDeleteOne of the joys in life is to have a few minutes and think about the clouds that float by. Hey, do yo see a face? That one looks like an elephant. Oh my, don't you just love to look at the pink glow? Yeah, all pure joy and almost as good as winning $790.00.
ReplyDeleteOK, now you've got me looking up into the sky. Unfortunately or fortunately Hawaii doesn't have a lottery.
ReplyDeleteI watch cloud formations and 'see' things in them too. What a shame that Doug didn't take a chance...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous story, thank you.
I call those divine signs, and if folks are more aware they can receive them, too. That was a great story.
ReplyDeleteThat altocumulus formation is really interesting to look at. And I love your header photo too.
ReplyDeleteIf I ever see numbers in the sky I'll be adding them to my next lottery ticket for sure!
Oh what a beautiful photo at the top; we saw a hand with a shotput in the clouds the other day, amazing, I'd love to win but the odds are too pitiful to play the lotto.
ReplyDeleteI remember lying on a hillside looking up at the clouds when I was a child. As adults, we seldom get to just watch the clouds and let our imaginations roam. I guess I'll have to try harder!
ReplyDeleteThe Sunflower saga was wonderful. I loved following its progress and stubbornness. Will it happen again?
ReplyDeleteMany happy childhood hours were spent watching the clouds.
Love that there are still grown men with imagination! There's hope for the world!
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