We have drought. We have higher than average summer temperatures. We have very little rainfall. For the past five days, Colorado skies have been hazy with smoke and ash and fine particulates due to the wildfires all around us. Currently, the "Large Incident Wildfires map" shows only one fire burning in western Colorado; there are five in Oklahoma and three in Texas - the other 55 fires are spread across states to the north and west of Colorado. The largest fire is in Montana and is partially on the Rose Bud Reservation; the fastest spreading fire is in Washington state; and we're also getting smoke from the Mount Shasta fire in California. This haze gives the sunrises and sunsets a tremendous amount of red color - and it's pretty - but I'd prefer clear air, myself.
Not only is the western US on fire, but Spain is being hit by wildfires. The areas of Catalonia, Valencia, and the Canary Islands are being extremely hard hit, and three times the amount of land has burned (so far this year) compared to what was lost last year. With the euro dropping, and the austerity measures called for in most European countries, Spain's fire fighters are being hit hard. Almost 25% of the professional fire fighters cannot help combat fires because they don't have gloves and/or boots - and their oxygen breathing apparatuses are in short supply. That isn't healthy for any one. - And then there's the flooding in the Philippines... I could go on and on...
I had to laugh out loud yesterday - the Munsingers left yesterday to drive their youngest son to Tacoma, where he begins his college education on Monday. A good friend of Andrew's, Henry, spent some time with Andrew on Monday afternoon and evening. Lisa, Henry's mother, called me in a panic, because Henry lost his wallet sometime Monday evening. As I have met Lisa and Henry previously, I told them to come on over and search for the missing wallet. It had Henry's drivers license, a new credit card, a debit card, his insurance cards, and Social Security number in it. The only thing Henry could find was his new CSU student ID. They spent almost 40 minutes, checking the computer and band rooms, looking in the family cars (as Henry had ridden in both of them), and checking out Andrew's room. No wallet. About an hour later, Lisa called me from home - Henry had found his wallet. Where was it? In his bed, under his pillow. It sounded as though Lisa was going to strangle Henry before he got away to the university at all.....
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