This is the new normal. Twenty years ago, when I first came to Mendocino County, Summer was a carefree time when the worst we had to worry about was a few stretches of very hot weather. We were guaranteed the rainstorms would start around Thanksgiving and saturate the area until Easter. Like clockwork.
Today, every Summer in northern California is a time of fear. Fear that fires will rage out of control. Put your home and family at risk. Fear that the horrible air quality will make it impossible to enjoy the outdoors, much less work or simply commute in it.
And now we have a drought that, if not remedied by rain this winter, will force us to use bottled water for all of lifes water-related necessities. We’re already rationing the little water we have.
What’s next?
In my mind, it’s a quality of life issue. And the quality of life recently has greatly diminished. When I lived in New York City, sure, there was crime. There were compromises that you had to make to thrive in the city. Small apartments. Congestion of both people and vehicles.
But you could breath the air. You knew your apartment would be there when you came home at the end of the day. And you had water for cooking, bathing and whatever else you needed. The basics were satisfied and that made tackling the days challenges possible.
People in northern California are under a lot of stress. Covid and politics only add to the discomfort. The only bright light is that we live in a community with fighters and survivors who lift each other up and do what it takes to help us all survive, one step at a time, one day after the next. We are tough. We are holding the line. And we’re hoping and praying that we can hang in there long enough to see better days and a brighter future.
Here’s to the fighters.