Weather.com’s thunderstorms icon is sitting on their webpage with a p.m. alert under it. But we have seen this 40% prediction before . . . and have seen no rain or lightning nor heard any thunder. I feel like a hypocrite, however, after all my years of complaining about Indiana days that have dawned so bright and sunny and uplifting only to change to gloomy rain clouds. It’s like Northern Indiana weather and the Cubs have the same sort of curse.

I am being too much of a Goldilocks; our weather is never going to be “just right” – not a chance. I need to accept this.

Thanks to the Internet’s scope, I have really come to see some people have a lot of devastating “not just rights” in their lives – more like “really wrongs”. The horrible aspect is when these situations are not twists of fate.

Here’s one:

I click on a link to a story about a young woman who has a daughter who must live in a hospital setting; the little girl – now five – has never been home.

The woman and her husband live in New York City; her husband is a lawyer who loves photography, running marathons, biking, expensive gadgets and travelling. She is a hairdresser for high profile clients. The husband’s brother is a very successful musician/songwriter in Utah who has preformed with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir; and his father taught at the Wharton School of Business while he and his siblings were growing up.

I revisited her blog on a whim and found out the husband has announced he is outta here – for photo gigs, soirees, biking, running and Alaskan vacations and, yeah, corporate law. She is having to sell things to supplement her income.

Now that just ain’t right. I think it’s a betrayal. No more having to visit a daughter in the hospital because his wife wants to. He is outta here for all the beautiful people stuff.

Well, that’s his business . . . and maybe his dad taught him that – “Business is business”, doncha know. Nothing personal, dontcha know. Maybe his brother will write a song about it.