My forecast called for steady rain beginning Saturday afternoon and had all week long. You know where this is going, right?
There were sprinkles, but not everywhere and not with the intensity I expected.
There’s no way what happened could be considered anything but a busted forecast. Even if everyone else made the same forecast (likely) I’d like to think I’m more consistently dependable.
You have no idea how much this upsets me. When you predict the future you’ve got to expect some busts. Whatever. It’s not easy for me to take and it hasn’t gotten easier with time.
Maybe the fact I anguish over this is good for everyone. It’s important for me to remember people plan and depend on my forecast.
Here’s part of an email sent to me this evening:
I wrote back and after apologizing for the forecast took him to task for what was surely a cheap shot. We have since traded more emails and are, seemingly, on good terms.
He was frustrated at being let down. Me too.