winter might really be here. finally!

So it's the end of January, and this weekend we finally got some snow. It was beautiful. I can't believe how accustomed we have gotten to not having any. It makes me a bit sad.

If you haven't heard of Kent Nerburn, I totally recommend getting into his writing. He's one of my favorite authors and is a really cool guy besides. He was up here this fall and Ginny, Fran, and I had a chance to have coffee with him at Cyberia. He's real.

Anyway, he had a post on his blog about global warming that I thought I'd share, as well as my response to living in the U.P. and how it is affecting me personally.

(You can access Kent's site at http://www.kentnerburn.com/)



Something is happening here, and you don’t know what it is … or do you?
By Kent Nerburn

This winter is very disconcerting to me. The very essence of living in northern Minnesota is what we who endure it call, with only half-jest, the “death spike” of early January, when the temperature routinely goes to -30 and seldom gets above 0 for weeks at a time. Cars break down, heating systems implode or explode, travelers die, the ice on the lakes thunders and groans as the frigid temperatures cause it to shift and contract.

Horrible though it is in many regards, something indelible is imprinted on the psyche when you step outside into the ghostly silence of thirty below and stare up into a midnight sky filled with stars as white and lifeless as crystals of ice. The crunch of a boot on snow becomes as loud as a rifle shot, and everything seems at once impossibly close and hopelessly distant. We are transported to an unknown place, and all bear common witness to an undeniable and inescapable truth.

Not so, this year.

I go outside in my tee shirt. I look at ground only thinly covered with snow. My car starts easily, I drive to a town where shoppers’ minds are on the next purchase rather than on the great, looming cold and the shapeless winter. We, as a community, bear witness to nothing in common other than the strangeness of the weather we are experiencing.

And this story is being repeated everywhere.

Something is happening here, and you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?

Well, I’m afraid we do know what it is. And I’m afraid it is happening so quickly that we may not be able to stop it. For reasons that elude me, there continue to be people out there who are more angry at those who call attention to this change than at the causes of the change itself. I hear right wing talk shows with their legion of angry white males screaming about left wing conspiracies and natural temperature variations and doomsayers. I see people who are so myopic as to celebrate the warm winter because it allows them to play golf all year around.

Meanwhile, the branches on the trees that frame our dirt road are beginning to bud. Birds that should not be here are hopping and pecking at the earth. Their internal clocks are confused, and they will die when a cold snap hits.

Last summer, the water in our lake went down to unheard of levels. With little snow and little ice, it will be even lower this year. There were almost no mosquitoes, meaning there was little food for the creatures that depend upon them for sustenance. All up and down the chain of life there are small shocks that will too soon reach critical mass.

I am deeply and profoundly bothered by all of this. This is our world, this is what we are passing on to our children. I am neither the first nor the last to say it, but some great national, even international, will must be discovered to redirect our thinking and galvanize our energies.

This is not about politics. This is about our responsibility to the seventh generation.

It is strange and unnerving to be facing a day when I will walk outside in shirtsleeves, fearful of seeing a green shoot poking through the ground.

My response:

Hi, Kent,

Yeah, the U.P. is having all the same issues. Only 12 inches of snow in December, which is unheard of. An almost green Christmas, which is really unheard of. We’re getting soft.

There is something to be said for living in a place that gets 300 inches of snow annually and very little sun. It stretches us in ways that don’t get stretched otherwise. We have to work to stay positive and happy as we struggle against SAD, and we have to fight against car rage when the big trucks (and crazy people in little cars) go roaring past us during terrible driving conditions. We work hard to be civil to our neighbors when they push their snow into our driveways and yards. (It’s a pretty big issue, actually, and requires a certain kind of diplomacy. Trust me, after you’ve shoveled for the third time in one day, your neighbor shoveling snow onto your property can lead to some pretty nasty feelings.)

So this global warming thing is doing more than wrecking with the natural world. It’s messing with our heart muscles.

I’m reminded of Marge Peircy’s poem To Have Without Holding:

It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.

It’s good to be forced to exercise and stretch these muscles, and I think we feel the loss even though we might not all be able to make the connection between the easy weather and our laxing hearts. Perhaps global warming will require us to stretch and exercise our spirits in different ways. Let’s hope so, otherwise we’ll get too fat to fit into our own skins.

That would be a bummer.




The good news is that we've been able to enjoy what winter we have had.
Doug and Justin spent Saturday afternoon and evening at The Goat. We snowshoed, visited with Diane and Babydog, and got a bit cold. It was good for us!

Here's some pretty sweet pictures that Justin took. Wish we had some of him!

Diane and Babydog



Doug, Vanna and Cinnamon




This one is a classic!!

january 10th!

So I haven't updated this blog since November 15, 2006. It's already January 2007! How did that happen?

I hope everyone had as peaceful of a Christmas as we did. It was pretty sweet.

Part of why I haven't updated is because I haven't done anything at The Goat since fall. Just school work (getting ready for my comprehensive exams), hauling wood, taking care of the animals, and whatever else I do on a daily basis. Didn't even do that much exercising till after Christmas. In spite of very little snow, I've been skate skiing at least 4 times a week. The trails are actually quite good, and I think I'm getting better.

Only this much snow and it is January!!!



Yesterday I forgot to take a duck egg out of my jacket pocket in the morning. Didn't find it until I was out on the trails blowing my nose. Didn't want to go back to put it in the car, so I just promised myself I wouldn't fall on that side. I did, but you know, it didn't even crack. I guess this means that the ducks are getting enough calcium!

Here's a link to a comic book we made up about our second Christmas at The Goat:

http://www.hu.mtu.edu/~kfarren/xmas06/Launcher.html.

Once the page with the little picture comes up, click on it. At the bottom of that page there will be a button to click on.

We took care of Cinnamon for a week, and had a blast. She even stopped gnawing on Vanna's neck for a while! She sure loves Rio and Benj.

Here's some dog pictures:




And finally, I actually did some work in the house this break. On the back side of the closet in the entry way was our old kitchen table. We were using it as a computer desk. It just didn't fit with everything else and kind of drove me crazy, and always ended up being really cluttered.

I found some old panel-like things up in the attic of the road house, and decided that they would make a perfect table top and shelves. I pulled them out--geez, did they stink!! The squirrels had nests in between each section. There is nothing quite like the smell of squirrel and mouse pee. It brought back memories of ripping down the drywall when I was working on getting the place liveable. A good reminder that we have really come a long way, baby!

Here's a picture of the new table:



I was able to move all my writing stuff and papers from the computer desk area by the kitchen, leaving way more room there for kitchen stuff. It looks really cool. It isn't completely clean over there, but I'll throw a picture up when I get a chance.

But school starts soon, and between teaching and reading, I'm going to be busy. Not too busy to ski or snowshoe with the guys. And I'll make sure I take lots of pictures!