Diary: El Cajón de Grecia, July 18, 2021

We are experiencing a little break in the rainy season, little or no rain for the last week, afternoons sunny and warm. The Bird of Paradise has just come into bloom.

Some very talented and skillful young people from Outlier Legal Services spent the afternoon at our home a few weeks ago, interviewing Irina and myself and taking photos and videos. They took the raw footage back, did some great editing, and compiled a terrific video, posted on Facebook and Youtube. I believe it is intended as promotional material for Outlier. It’s worth checking out.

I’ve been working to make a poem out of the exchange with my daughter Shana about climate change I talked about in my last post. It’s finished – maybe. I found a couple of little changes to make in the process of cutting and pasting. I’d be interested to hear what you think.

An email to my daughter

The other day I saw 
a catchy climate change graphic 
put up on the web 
by my daughter Shana. 

A comic panel titled
“Climate Change, a Timeline”
bar graph in four segments
the first, taking up 
about half the length,
colored turquoise, ballooned 
“Climate change isn’t real.”
The second, orange, around forty percent
conceding “Okay it’s real,
but we’re not convinced
it’s caused by humans.”
Three-quarters of the remainder
bright red, blurting “Oops.”
The last tiny bit
a sick yellow, cussing “Fuck.”

The post prompted me
to write her an email.

Hi Shana, Irina showed me
what you posted on Facebook.
Got me to thinking
bringing to mind
the process of grieving
the loss of one loved.

Most of our friends
— discerning people
generous, kind
broad of mind —
haven’t bothered with denial
the horror of a tragedy
scores of years in the making
just beginning to hit home.And in the chart, the last step
is not there, it’s missing.
Beyond “fuck” there’s acceptance —
that’s just how it is —
life impelled to flow on 
despite nothing forever
the cosmos implacable.
Still we care best we can
for those we love.

Love, Dad

Credits: Photos by Irina

Diary: El Cajón de Grecia, July 12 2021

We’re well into the rainy season here. The weather is ideal: mostly warm, sunny mornings, thundershowers most afternoons. We do our getting around early in the day. Afternoons we spend indoors, reading, cooking, listening to music. The gardens thrive with the rain, plants are lush and green, and blooming.

My daughter Shana posted this interesting graphic recently.

I wrote her a little note about it.

Hi Shana,

Yesterday Irina showed me the little climate change graphic you posted on Facebook. Got me thinking.
Most of our friends – very smart, educated, liberal folks – aren’t even to the first point, “climate change isn’t real.” It’s just not on their minds at all.
Where we are now, in reality, isn’t even on the chart. We’re well past “fuck.” We’re at “oh well,” and have been for quite some time now.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to write about this artfully, but haven’t quite figured out how to do it yet. Maybe I never will.
Oh well.

Love,
Dad

¡Pura vida!

Credits: Photos by Irina