(We keep our dish soap on the counter, in a small pump bottle to meter out doses, and to use less counter space.)
So I go into the kitchen to catch up on some dishwashing, and find a small puddle of goo on the counter. “Is the barometric pressure dropping?” I ask the family as I sponge it up, and proceed to do my washing-up.
“It’s supposed to snow on Sunday,” answers my son-in-law.
Well, that explains a lot. Firstly, the reason the soap has drooled onto the counter is because the barometric pressure outside the bottle is now lower than inside the bottle. (I filled and re-sealed it a couple days ago.) The fluid seeps out because fluids go from areas of high pressure to areas of low pressure.*
Out of typical insatiable curiosity (“More input!”), I then check out my local weather data site. This explains the second question. No wonder I have a headache; the barometric pressure has dropped about 15 millibars in the past day, from the general maxima down to the general minima. Barometric pressure hoo-hahs are one of my headache/migraine triggers.
Sometimes I wish I lived on the space station, where the air pressure is kept constant. (Besides, I could grow my veggies, herbs and flowers without all the dang pests.)
* AKA “Why do we have to learn this stuff?” Well, now you know — no one squeezed dish soap onto the counter and left a mess; it happened because of natural forces.
GORDON HAROLD DOWTON said,
5 February 2011 at 11:23
Good morning(Itrust that it is)Andrea: How observant you are. Thank you. I have learned that my wandering gaze should make closer notes to household activities that one might take for granted. I recently met with a new Neorologist(I seem to be a ‘study’ of sorts as my eeg readings produce, as I was told..’brain wave pattern that we ususally only see in 7 year olds’. My fMRI shows a rather different architectural format(as do London taxi cab drivers), so that I am on a first name basis with a anumber of Neurologists who greet me..’so….you are Gordon.’
In the beginning, aeons ago, I started keeping journals of WHATS that might trigger this ‘event.’ Everything did. Conclusion. Gordon…being Gordon was the cause. Existence brings on these forays into dimensions.
I am quite interested in the term ‘insect psychologist.’ Would you mind elaborating on this for me…if it is not too much trouble, as I am fascinated by these Life forms. I hold two patents on inventions based on insect/arthropod functioning…so I owe them a debt of gratitude. GHD