I think the term Irish weather should really be one of those place-based terms that stand for something else, like Boston marriage or Stockholm syndrome. It would have to signal something pretty awful though, “I know that shrapnel wound is excruciatingly painful but at least it’s not Irish weather.”

When I returned from Japan late last month, I was treated, within half an hour, to sun followed by the gathering of dark clouds, a hale storm, heavy rain, and then sun again. That cycle occurred on three other days as well. I keep waiting for the frogs and locusts. Luckily, I don’t have a first-born.

I’ve heard that June is nice, but the implication in that observation is that only June is nice. But, over the last week or so, things have been sunny, bright, clear and CHILLY. I’ll try to be more like the Irish and just forge ahead with an optimistic outlook that nice weather is imminent, even when it isn’t.