When I found myself muttering "please stop lying to me..." to the Environment Canada website and wimpering "why won't you rain??" to the clouds that keep skirting us, I knew this spell of heat and humidity was really starting to get to me. And so, I did what good prairie folk often do: I peered at the barometer on the wall, gave it a little tap and hoped for rain. When our family farm in Saskatchewan was sold, this was the only thing I really wanted. At least three generations of my family have peered into the mysterious coils of this very barometer (or one just like this), given it a gentle tap tap and hoped for a change in weather. Tonight, after taking this photo, I did a bit of research and discovered a few things. Most notably, it became apparent quite quickly that I knew nothing about barometers. I also learned this trusty barometer is an aneroid barometer; I should have calibrated this barometer when I moved it to Ontario, and, thankfully, even someone as scientifically challenged as I am can calibrate it. Now, I can just stand back and hope it will tell me rain is on the way very soon.
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