I live in southern New England. For the past few weeks the nightly temperatures have been in the single digit range with some dips below zero, more often than not. The wind chill factor has brought it down to -25 degrees on occasion. Current predictions have nightly temperatures staying in this range well into the end of this month.
These temperatures are apparently the new norm for this time of year where I live. The last five years or so hinted this change was coming, but these omens were of shorter durations and intensity, growing only slightly year to year. Previously, we experienced this “winter chill” for no more than 3 to 4 days in late January or early February, if at all, and the cold rarely got near zero.
I am fearful of my next electric bill, last month’s was outrageous. The battle to keep the kitchen water lines from freezing, a threat that has only come to reality once before in the more than 20 years living in this home, is also wearing me out.
I’ve spent money addressing this plumbing issue already, but am now determined to resolve the problem this spring and summer so’s not be face-to-face with it again next winter. Trending has me believing temperatures will probably be a little lower for a longer time then. The fix will be ugly. I see the wall and floor in my kitchen torn up. Addressing the insulation could be enough or some electrical wrapping to keep the pipes warm may be required.
So please forgive this whine. I’m sure I’m not the only one with new issues due to this change in climate, and others have much more significant impacts. Those without a home come to mind. And to those of you still not recognizing these trends as a climate change, regardless of the cause, you may wish to revisit that
I lost a good friend and mentor yesterday, my Uncle Robert, who was part of my life since the mid 50’s. He tried to teach me, among other things, how to sail a boat, drive a standard shift, maintain a car, and shoot shotguns and pistols. I say tried to teach me because I was an inept, nervous little idiot that most often proved to be a difficult student. This brought out the patient part of his nature which got me through the lessons unscathed – although he lost a clutch and almost his new sailboat in the process.
Some of the best memories are of time spent in his garage with him and my father, maintaining the fleet of family cars on Saturday mornings. I was in my twenties during this period, when all you needed to do this were ratchet wrench and socket sets, feeler gauges, and a timing light. We did tune ups, oil changes, brake jobs, and other assorted tasks. That was a special time learning from the masters, telling stories, breaking chops, and stealing each others hand tools.
Those times ended when electronics and pollution control systems took over under the hood and the simple tools were no longer enough to get the job done. Uncle Robert and I still spent time together and I visited him and my Aunt Bonnie often over the weekends. He and I went to the shooting range together on occasion, or just took a ride somewhere.
For four or five years in the early 2000s, I joined him and his camping crew at 4 scheduled weekend trips every summer at Austin Hawes Campground in Barkhamsted, CT. These were the best of times. The core crew of campers during my run were my uncle (known thereafter as The Camp Commander), his son Bobby (the best camp cook you could ever hope for, and a great friend of mine), his exceptionally humorous brother-in-law Sal (who started camping with The Camp Commander much earlier), and me. The nights around the camp fire, occasional treks into the woods or up the mountain, and general comradeship with its nonstop banter and jibes made for some of the happiest times of my life.
Uncle Robert was robbed of his well deserved retirement by illness all to soon after it started. And selfishly I must add, I was robbed as well. I looked forward to spending a lot of time with him after I retired, picturing us as a couple of stumble bums, driving or hiking around at will. Second only to my father, he was the most influential person in my life as far back as I can remember. It was all good, and he will be greatly missed.
Basically, human beings are animals. Evolved, potentially intelligent, creative problem solvers, possessing free will – but animals. With that view comes acknowledgement of the predatory nature of humans, the deep-rooted intensity of which is the flaw betraying that supposed intelligence and free will. The level at which humans prey on their own, and the belief systems and value systems behind that behavior, demonstrates the collective resistance to evolving beyond this flaw.