I received a wireless, indoor-outdoor thermometer for Father’s Day. With a single glance, I can find out the temperature both inside and outside our home. The battery-powered thingy has a base unit and an external station, which says one can place anywhere up to 100 feet from your home to get the exact temperature!
I love it, although professing my fondness for the temperature-telling gadget caused the magazine’s editor to label me a weather nerd. She has watched her father monitor the temperature around his Oregon home with various devices and was amused by my delight in now doing the same where I live.
What’s it good for? she asked. If it’s hot, it’s hot; if it’s cold, it’s cold. How unenlightened she must be, not to appreciate always being able to know precisely how hot or cold it is, outdoors or in.
Several times a day during the long Fourth of July holiday weekend, I read my wife the temperature at our vacation home in Northstar. One morning: Hey, honey, it’s up to 58 degrees outside, and it’s 72 inside. Ten minutes later: It’s 59 degrees outside and 72 inside. Fifteen minutes later: Whoa&emdash;it’s 61 degrees outside and 71 inside! On several other occasions, when I was away from the monitor and saw her walking by it, I’d call out to her to give me a reading.
Unfortunately, my wife must be as climatically challenged as our editor, because she did not seem to care about the mercury movements I was able to glean from the comfort of my easy chair. My being at the very forefront of tracking global warming apparently means nothing to her. In fact, by the end of my first day of enjoying the weather unit, my wife seemed to be getting irritated by my continuous thermal readings and ceased responding to my hollers.
Obviously, the benefits of technology are lost on some folks. That’s fine with me&emdash;let them revel in their lack of atmospheric knowledge. Let them waste their time returning to the house to get a sweater, which would have been unnecessary if the base unit’s outside icon was merely glanced at before leaving. Let them overlook the hard data proving that the lawn may need some extra water to help it beat the heat. And let them be the ones not to know the high in our neighborhood last night at 10 p.m. (75 degrees) or this morning’s low (54 degrees). It’s their loss.
Maybe I am living in a nerd zone, but I always have been interested in temperature readings. Perhaps it’s because I do not like hot weather, though I’ve lived in Sacramento for 29 years. The Delta breezes that arise here most summer evenings are the nectar of the gods to me, and now I can witness their cooling powers in real time.
I will try to be more accepting of the sad reality of the uninspired and let our editor and my wife ignore the powerful abilities of my temperature monitor. But they might be interested to know about the new heart-rate monitor I picked up recently, which gives me continuous readouts of your heart rate while you exercise or sleep!