It is Monday. (Last Monday, as the case may be. But even so, here is a Monday reflection.)
I miss my girl and I don’t want to spend money on a new computer. I think I need a new computer, though, because my blue friend here, my Hewlett Packard Stream, purchased from Walmart several years ago, doesn’t have enough memory to store anything or update anything anymore, even these small Word documents. It’s taken to randomly shutting down. I feel like I’m back in college again, saving all my documents every few minutes or so, back in the days before automatic saving, where at the exact wrong moment, the blue screen of death would appear, and the last 500 words of your carefully crafted paper would disappear into the ether. (Stops to save. Again) But I love this computer. I love that it is blue! Sadly, that might not be enough anymore.
I made tater tots for dinner last night, but also salad, so there is the dark and the light, the yin and yang.
It snowed earlier this morning, the last day of September, and they had chain controls down to Baxter. There were record lows around the region. This surely will set off a bevy of anti-global warming jeers. “Global warming,” some will shout, “And look at the record lows!” My U.S representative will probably lead the cries. He remarked at a town hall meeting once that “yes, I believe in climate change, because the weather changes everyday!”
Ugh.
These weather extremes, both the highs and lows. Pretty sure they actually are a sign of global warming, of impending climate catastrophe.
Amid this looming catastrophe? My son needs new clothes. He has no sweatshirts, no long sleeved shirts. This is the kind of thing that you forget about over the summer, when he just wears shorts. But when we wake up to record low temperatures and he realizes he doesn’t have any sweatpants long enough to cover his ankles? It’s time to go shopping.
Thankfully, It will warm up a little these next days, so we can wait until the weekend to shop.
The world is warming, and crises abound.
Children go off to college, and this is good, but it breaks my heart a little. I am grateful, so grateful, though, that she gets to follow her dreams. I am also grateful for cool weather, this cup of tea, a pumpkin candle. The dog curls up on a blanket at my feet. The news says that nearly three billion birds have disappeared from North America since 1970. I fill up the feeders, make new hummingbird juice, and watch the life outside the window.
It is Monday.
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