People think that global warming or climate disruption or whatever, is this far
distant thing that is disconnected from them. People think that my compulsive
interest in politics and current events is a diversion for an old lady with
nothing else to do. If you ask people if they've noticed that the weather is
different than it was twenty, thirty, and more years ago, they admit that, Yes,
it really has changed. But they do not understand the immediacy of the issue.
When I tell people that politics isn't some abstract thing way out there, that
what political figures do, that what parties do, has an effect on our lives, a
real effect, their eyes glaze over.
Miriam
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From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
<blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Wednesday, March 20, 2019 10:46 AM
To: blind-democracy <blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: [blind-democracy] Hottest Winter Day In Seattle's History
Yesterday, the last day of Winter, the weather channel reported Seattle had its
hottest March day ever recorded. 79 degrees!
Today, the First Day of Spring, it is predicted the temperature will come well
into the high 70's.
But tomorrow will be 60 and chance of rain. Same on Friday. And lots of rain
on Cathy's Golf Date on Saturday.
While Cathy and her foursome grumble, I'm more concerned about such an unusual
rise in the temperature. As much as I love the warm sun, and the extra charge
our Off-Grid system receives from the Solar Energy, I am concerned as to
whether or not such a warming trend might be the "Norm" of the future. Our
happy home sits beneath four huge, ancient Cedar trees, and we are surrounded
by what could become a massive tinderbox. It has been the cool off-shore flow
and the moist(rainy) Spring that usually lasts until mid July that keeps forest
fires to a minimum.
Thanks to our far sighted government, the one building a massive military
machine, we are far short of air tankers capable of dumping water and chemicals
on fires in hard to reach spots in the rugged mountains.
Excuse me, Mister Nero, may I borrow that fiddle after you're done with it?
Carl Jarvis
