I'm like a heeler waiting for a ball, where's the wind. I see a green arrow on the graph, yippy, I choke down my lunch and shoot off to the beach. All I see when I get there are black arrows, bugger

Then spend an hour or so wishfull thinking, I'll never learn.
Even watched the Tea Baggers walk upwind, dredge downwind, walk upwind, dredge down again, over and over

But then, tomorrow is an other day