It has been upwards of 110 degrees Fahrenheit lately. After 8 years of drought, this is no novelty to California. Some of us older folk remember rain, accessible water tables for new wells, fields, pastures that were not dismissed as dangerous combustibles. Many counties have sensibly banned fireworks sales this year because the state is on fire already, but not the capital --not Sacramento. This is because the mayor is too busy in court trying to defend using tax monies to build an indoor basketball arena downtown. He is a 3-time NBA allstar and it got him elected to a political office. In his capacity and competence as mayor, he has proven himself a fine ex-basketball player. Sacramento County, however, has already lost a number of homes that give onto dry fields owned by foreign conglomerates that don't hire them disked for fire breaks. They don't care. Geezers care, and we have been trespassing on neglected prairies for two months, clearing edges and making them safe at our expense and by our own labor. Yes, this state will again pass one of our nation's stupidest holidays by burning down. I have taken a little break since the last punctuation mark and decided two things: I am garrulating overmuch about fire; I am more happily fired up about an old essay that I found among drafts from a few years back. This protracted introductory paragraph may serve to emphasize how some things don't change faster than we can keep track of them.
can be seen by the thermometer on the pumphouse door, our state is in
the throes of a cooling trend. True, the encouraging reading is somewhat
in the south shade. We had a another thermometer on an unshaded east
wall but its needle spun around twice and flew off shortly after sun-up.
refreshment I shall include a coastal seascape, to assure everyone that
California is doing its best to maintain a tradition of beautiful
sunsets over peaceful waters.
did find one Californian who seemed unaffected by both heatwave and
temperature plunge and took a picture of her. She asked what I was doing
and I said: Gathering what is best to buoy the spirits of humanity. To
which she smiled that special smile and said, "Well, you look furtive.
And I shall, but my patriotism is unimpeachable --so not without a cautionary epilogue to the populace that our amber waves of grain, purple mountains and fruited plains are being sold to speculators worldwide. America will not fall by military invasion, so lay down your arms and try quitting the sale of America, bit by bit from sea to shining sea, to other countries --and, for gosh sakes, boycott fireworks stands!