The news has been much about the weather lately. There were severe tornados in Kentucky killed many people and wiped out several towns. Today in Kansas, on December 15, the temperature is expected to be in the 70s. No, that is not a typo. 70s with rain and extreme winds up to 70 mph. I didn’t even bring a coat to work today. Reading National Geographic lately, the melting of glaciers and icebergs has been much on my mind. With the technology we have now, you can see before/after photos of the ground previously covered by those massive sheets of ice now laid bare as fields or melted into rivers or ponds. Global warming deniers will soon have no alternative but to accept the reality. Too late, I fear for any change we humans make to save what we’ve destroyed. If I use myself as an example, I do recycle paper, metal, plastic and glass, but I still USE those materials, which means that they are being made for me to use up and throw away. I’m truly a bit disgusted with myself. I’m just as much a problem as anyone else on the planet. I drive to work and to visit family in KC, contributing to greenhouse gasses. I eat meat daily, I shop at Walmart and Amazon. Even with things as bad as they are, there’s no incentive to change. Our government hasn’t mandated or incentivized a switch to electric vehicles or public transportation. Not that I think the government can solve all our environmental problems. Even if everyone on the planet stopped consuming, the overall effect would not be seen a long time. Really, the only good thing for the planet is if people suddenly disappeared. Something like that happened during the pandemic’s first wave when whole countries basically shut down for weeks. Skies cleared, water ran pure (ish). Such a tease! Then we went right back to our consuming ways and dirtied things up again.
My own internal weather has been pretty cloudy lately. Quitting my job freed up some emotional room, but caring for my family has filled that space. I am overwhelmed with caretaking duties more often now. Robert’s broken arm/shoulder means he is virtually useless at helping around the house, nor will I be able to ask him to help me outside after he heals for fear that he’ll fall again and break something else. So far, it’s been shoulder/shoulder/arm. What might it be next time? Ethan is still struggling. He can make himself a meal and take his own shower, but he’s so weak and sick that he can’t do much else. It’s a constant worry. His doctor believes that the Entyvio is working (at least a recent blood test showed that he’s not developed antibodies to it) but his body is metabolizing it too fast. They are wrangling with the insurance to get him infusions every six weeks rather than ever yeight. I am cautiously hopeful. Cathleen has her own issues, and she’s been as helpful as she can be, but that first year of teaching is so, so stressful. She’s been sick frequently, not uncommon. She is starting to think about getting her own place. I will be delighted to help her move this summer. Perhaps an apartment will open up, but if not, she has enough money saved up and enough income that she would surely be able to get herself a house here in town. It would be nice for all of us for her to have her own place.
To the good, I like my job and my coworkers. I’m still grateful that I quit teaching—the release of worry and stress is still awesome to me. I’m in good health and I can see my immediate family every day. I’ve still got both parents.
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