Along about noon-thirty today, the sun was shining and it was warm, or warm as November goes, which is pretty darned good for the last week in December. The forecast as of last night was kind of wet. I've got a pork roast marinating in the fridge and this and that to cook with it. I was wondering if it was a better stovetop or grill project, so I asked the robot:
"Alexa, will it rain today?"
"IT'S RAINING RIGHT NOW."
I took another look out the window. Sunshine. Green grass and birdsong. I don't know how the old boy managed to land and take off in that sleigh overnight.
"Alexa, are you high?"
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT."
"Alexa, when. Is. It. Going. To. Rain?"
"IT'S RAINING RIGHT NOW."
"It is not, either."
I made myself a snack and puttered around the kitchen. About 1:30, the first few raindrops fell and it's spattering down pretty steadily now. Looks like it'll be stovetop Hoosier pork vindaloonie for Christmas.
Starting to think the robot lives west of town, out by the airport, where the weather first hits the county line, and she's mainly worried about her risk of rust if she goes outdoors.
Alexa is a darling, but she has that atelier where she writes poetry and records mixtapes out on the west side of town in the old hangar off the taxiway of the old Weir Cook.
ReplyDeleteSiri is snippier and nerdier, but she’s snuck weather stations into back yards very close to us…
(At least, that’s how it is in my headcanon! ;-) )