Here it is Saturday, and so little writing done. Cold here, but I feel no need to really complain. Yes, the cold clocked in at 0˚F, and topped out at 0˚C (not quite but I'm not about to quibble.) Yes, the air quality is far below required federal standards. But we have good insulation, adequate heating, a heated bed pad, parkas, toasty sweaters. If there'd been (blessed, cleansing!) snow, there are sufficient plows and salt, and usually clear roads within a few hours. We get this sort of weather, so are prepared for it.
No so Britain, and why would they? When snow is occasional, there is no point in that kind of infrastructure investment. Rather like Seattle last year, who took weeks to dig out from a snowstorm that would have been inconvenient for us here for a day or two. I especially feel for the thin blooded folks of our deep south, who live in houses built airy to stay cool, no coats, no boots, and no stores that stock anything much of such items. Camping suppliers must be about cleaned out of anything with wool or down or fleece by now. Pathetic heaters, if any.
Cold I love, I never much minded it even in Boston, where at least two weeks of every winter we spent there, the temperature never got about 0˚F, with wind chills off the ocean beating the tears out of one's eyes. I rose to it, fought and survived, and felt proud of myself, created anew every time. I wore silk long johns, and two pairs of heavy sweatpants, parka, shearling gloves, wool scarf, parka, good boots, and walked fast. I could sense the cold, but not crumble in it, it made me feel so alive. In a way that heat never does.
But I also remember New Jersey in December, in Basic, in army field jackets, socks in the webbing of my helmet, or only that cotton cap on my head, leather shell gloves. Always shivering, huddling for warmth, never ever warm. Exhausted and demoralized by constant cold. That is how I imagine you who are being hit with this drastic change from what you expect.
And if I hear one more person dismissing
climate change because it's been called global warming
, and it's cold
, I'm going to start shouting. Extreme weather is more proof that the climate has changed, will change. I prefer GCFU. Global Climatological Fuck Up.
Everything is broken. Stay warm, prepare for anything.
Labels: Self portrait, weather