Short Lived
It’s a brisk 36 this morning, which finally feels like winter. No telling how long it will last, however, seasons in Texas are notoriously fickle. Although I have noticed that summer seems willing to be the goto season, as in, it seems as though it’s hot all the time these days. Last week we set a record for the hottest November on record. I suppose the operative word is record, because I guarantee you there have been hotter Novembers, we just weren’t around.
Of course, most people don’t seem to really care one way or the other. I suppose that proves we’re a wonderfully adaptive species, and able to take our warming planet in stride. But I think mostly it proves we have short attention spans. When the average life span is about 70 years the world feels relatively immutable. And in a way, I suppose it is. To the earth and the universe, as individuals, however, we’re a lot like fruit flies. We come and we go. Eating, feeding, and breeding.
Of course, I still care about the environment and the earth even though it feels a lonely voyage these days. I still remember the first Earth Day in 1970, before there was an EPA, or any legislation about clean air and water. But it all seems so long ago and nowadays a lot of people complain about those “burdensome” regulations. That feels like some pretzel logic to me. Regulations designed to ensure we have clean air to breathe and water to drink are burdensome. Go figure. Anyway, I’m going to enjoy the cool day, and hope we get some rain.