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March 2021
After decades of thinking we knew everything there was to know about Texas weather and all its vagaries, February 2021 taught us we were wrong – horribly wrong.
Starting Sunday, February 14 the strongest arctic air
invasion to hit in the last century came blasting down from the north,
dropping temperatures below zero Fahrenheit in little more than 24
hours. (Our normal lows here in winter are in the 20s.) Snow (a rarity
here) swirled in misty tornados in the dark air, piling eventually to
more than a foot on my patio, covering up flower pots, water basins, cat
shelters, low shrubs. I huddled down under blankets on my bed. And then
the power failed, along with my heating system. Eventually, my son
managed to come to rescue me, taking me to his house where the power
miraculously stayed functioning. I had left what I could in food and
water for my housecats. Except for a couple of bowls of dry chow, the
outdoor cats were on their own (which is where they had been much of
their lives anyway). As for me, I was deeply grateful for family, hot
food, and the use of a couch to sleep on. (See pic below of snow piled
up behind car, license barely showing.)
Two days later I came back to a home with electricity and
heat, but no water. Millions of Texans were in the same predicament, or
worse – sometimes much worse. People died. Pets and farm animals died.
Millions of small animals died. And the fallout in terms of property
damage (from burst water lines), economic damage (from closed businesses
and inability to go to work, auto wrecks – one in Fort Worth involving
more than 100 cars and trucks), and political recriminations will be
going on for years for why our power and water systems failed so
disastrously.
Now, a week later, this being Texas, it’s sunny, warm, not a
trace of snow. The water supply is back (and safe to drink). The
surviving birds and squirrels are continuing as if nothing happened. All
of my outdoor cats appear to have survived with little or no harm. Lots
of plants are wilted, but most will recover. Nature is almost
infinitely resilient. I’m not so sure about us humans though. Every time
the lights blink, I flinch. I intend to start keeping a stockpile of
jugs of water in the garage against another water supply failure. And
maybe being a bit more frugal in my use of gas, electricity, water.
All disasters, of whatever type or magnitude, are potential
learning opportunities (if you survive them). I am already thinking of
what I can learn from this experience beyond keeping jugs of water in
the garage and perhaps buying a pair of galoshes. My lessons could also
include treasuring, even more than I always have, every bit of life.
Treasuring my family and friends (I’ve taking to phoning people –
especially those who live alone – every few days to check on them and
just to make human contact). Being even more attentive to the
moment-by-moment pleasures and treasures of being alive. For example,
I’ve long enjoyed gardening, but haven’t the physical ability to kneel
and dig any more, so I haven’t actually gardened in a couple of years.
But two days ago I ordered a rolling, rotating garden stool so I can sit
down on my patio and scoot around from flower pot to flower pot,
tending plants, sniffing flowers and herbs, touching the soil with my
bare fingers. Staying, literally, in contact with life.
I’ll conclude with this old poem (which I’ve shared before).
I CLING TO LIFE
I cling to life when death
Surrounds this place
With reminders
That I can’t evade.
Why should I heed?
Death will find me
When my time is done
And needs no guide.
I don’t try to hide
But go on loving life,
Warming my old bones
Deep in its sweet embrace.
©2014 John I. Blair
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