January 19th, 2014

caillebotte_man at his window


Somebody is barbecuing again tonight, and somebody else is releasing a strong scent, probably from their washing machine. I'd guess it's one of those scented fabric softeners, but it smells like cheap cologne. Together with the odor of burning fat from the barbecue, it smells like somebody is roasting a Guido.

It's been a weird day, but then it's being a weird month. Los Angeles is getting brush fires... in January! Here we're just breaking temperature records, so far, and missing all our rain. The reservoirs and snow pack are both at historically low levels. Fruits and vegetables are already more expensive than I remember them ever being, and if winter remains dry they will get even more costly by summer. As producing dairy products and meat also requite lots of water, they will be going up too. I might be roasting a Guido myself before the year ends, unless somebody roasts me first.

It's feeling more and more like a slow disaster underway. I must now begin to consider the unthinkable— that the local breweries soon might not have enough water to keep operating! If that happens I might as well just... well, I don't know what. I've had a bottle of Sierra Nevada with dinner almost every night for decades. If I'm forced to substitute something made in Oregon or the east I might grow gills or a tail or something. I hope I don't have to find out.

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