This is the kind of weather that I dread. It keeps me plotting and strategizing round the clock on ways to avoid it: work outside only in the early morning (but then I\’m sleepy because it was too hot to fall sleep the night before); close all windows and shades to keep the heat out (but a dark house is so depressing); pretend it\’s the middle of January and forget about gardening (but the beans must be planted, and right away).
And yet here, in the hottest part of the day, it is only 90F. Compared to most of the nation, this doesn\’t even qualify as hot, and compared to future summers, it may be barely warm. It\’s not so much the heat that\’s bothering me as the awareness of how summers have gotten so hot so fast, and the thought that we may be heading towards the tipping point that will cause a cascade of further catastrophes. And that so many people are still denying the reality of global warming.
I suppose that if you live in an air-conditioned house, drive an air-conditioned car, amuse yourself in an air-conditioned mall, and never set foot outdoors from April to November, you can fool yourself into thinking that all is well. Until, of course, the power goes out, as it has done in large areas of DC.
And that is the single bit of weather-related good news I have heard lately. One and a half million houses and businesses are without power in the DC area. I realize that many of those houses and businesses belong to the poor, who already have enough to contend with, and I feel bad about that. But I\’m hoping that maybe some of the global-warming-denying politicians will be left to swelter in their Georgetown row-houses, and they will begin to realize that the climate problem is more than a left-wing delusion. And maybe do something about it.
Just the tiniest sign that they\’re beginning to move in the right direction would make me so happy, I\’d gladly stop complaining about the heat.