Cue Tom Petty.
Never thought I would live like a climate refugee but here I am again couch surfing trying to put together a Plan B as the family is staying at the Hyatt in another city. Four freaking straight years of this, you’d think a trend is developing.
I’ve joined an elite club, where the last two homes I lived have been destroyed by violent wildfires.
Wake Up World
Wake up world, Rome is burning. Think of your children and grandchildren’s future.
No worries though, the stock market is rocking, no?
Wherever you live, wherever you hide, however you delude yourself, climate change is coming for you. Ignorance and denial, or “the Chinese hoax” is not going to shield your children or grandchildren from the violent forces of nature as Mother Earth convulses from the previous generations mistreatment.
The debate is over, Mother Nature is rendering her opinion: we live in a spaceship economy and not a cowboy economy.
In the memorable phrase of economist Kenneth Boulding, the United States was “cowboy economy,” with a frontier ethic of limitless resources.
Boulding suggested instead a “spaceship economy,” in which people conserve and reuse material and energy, like astronauts aboard an orbiting capsule. – NY Times
This One Hurts
Though I am not much of a Material Girl — “you never see a U-Haul behind a hearse” — this loss really hurts personally. It was my favorite home that I have ever lived. Our long tree lined driveway always reminded me of Magnolia Lane at Augusta, home of the Masters Golf Tournament.
O, the fantasies, gone forever.
It may be a few weeks before GMM is back up and running. Gotta buy some socks, underwear, toothpaste, a new computer, and, ya’ know, find a place to live.
I am thankful to be part of the Lucky Sperm Club (LSC) and have the means to make the transition relatively easy. Not going to be so for most of the climate refugees of the future. Brace yourselves.