Though I believe in those words from Dylan, my ideas tonight are not quite as political or complex. I’m not one to believe fully in global warming. I do believe the earth changes and moves in cycles as it has for millions of years. Do our habits assist with the change, I’m sure they do, but I wouldn’t blame it totally on humans. I mean, cow’s gas (put nicely) contributes too right? Don’t get me wrong, I do work hard to waste less and reuse more, but it’s not because of Gore encouraged me to, its because it’s the smart thing to do. I realize my disbelieve in Al Gore’s Nobel prize winning film is bold because there are some people who fanatically still believe in it but regardless of the reason, the world is changing. The atmosphere is changing, the way we live, communicate, work, play and function is changing around the world.
Today, on March 22, 2012 I laid on our hammock and it was 75 degrees. It was after six o’clock, so the temperature had already dipped from today’s high. The sun was still shining and I thought about how I couldn’t believe summer was already here. But…it isn’t. Summer is technically three months away. Baseball hasn’t even seen its opening day but we are wearing shorts and preparing our garden at a time when in past years, the ground hadn’t even thawed out yet.
It’s not just the temperature. It just feels like everything is changing so rapidly and with this, we grow more impatient still. A slow website infuriates me. Not long ago we’d need a phone book to find the phone number we needed. Today, four seconds isn’t fast enough. I can’t remember anyone’s birthday anymore either. Google saves my arse by emailing me reminders and if that isn’t good enough, a notification pops up on my cell. My grandmother emails me “hello” and my husband’s grandmother sends me text messages about her health. I realize this is more convenient, after all, who has time to sit on the phone with their family, right? I hope you sense the sarcasm.
It’s a very convenient world, but it’s no less complicated and as time goes on, I’m torn about whether we’ll lose the human connection or not. True, a text message is not as warm and fails to translate the lilt of a familiar voice, but maybe a quick message allows us to communicate more often. I sometimes yearn for old fashion relationships and communication but I also have the ability to Skype with my Mom who is 3,000 miles away and see her regularly without paying for a plane ticket. Remember when Spaceship Earth at Epcot was fantasy? It wasn’t long ago that along the ride, the family of the future talked to each other over computers and saw each other on their phones. It’s happened so fast. I wonder where we are headed.
This post took a turn a bit from the weather, but as I lay in the hammock, before I drifted asleep, these are the things I thought about. I awoke to the smell of fire and luckily it was my husband sitting close by in front of our chimenea, enjoying some peace and quiet on the back patio. We sat together awhile and talked, and I suppose as long as we have good, solid moments where we still can connect to people face to face, we’ll all be alright. And so, we’ll roll with the times, powered up and dressed for long summers.
(If you’re eager to get into the Spring/Summer 2012 mode, check out the post I wrote yesterday for Sprawling Roots. I promise you’ll like it, whether you believe in global warming or not – http://sprawlingroots.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/time-to-prepare-your-green-garden/ )