June 4 – today – is my late father’s birthday and it has me thinking. Especially in connection with all the house repairs and the water leaking into the basement again. See last week’s post where I wrote that with Dad in charge, house repairs got done –if he couldn’t do them, his cronies could or recommended someone who could. I also don’t remember any leaks from rain getting into our basement. That includes Hurricane Hazel which hit Toronto the fall of 1954. My family lived near the Don River which overflowed during the hurricane. But Mom always said we didn’t get water in the basement because we lived on a hill.
Today, my house is on a hill and a block from the Don Valley Ravine (but farther from the river itself) and I get basement leaks. The City of Toronto powers that be have declared this area one of the 34 basement flooding areas in Toronto, There is an open house this Thursday evening to get information at a school two blocks from me. I hope to be there.
Flooding from the big increase in severe weather conditions is not just here but world-wide. I’m glued to the weathernetwork.com – on TV and on the Internet and I am appalled at what is happening. Last fall it was the east coast of the USA (in particular New York and New Jersey) from Hurricane Sandy; now it’s in Poland, Germany and Oklahoma – twice in two weeks for the latter. Is this somebody’s idea of a bad joke or – and I’m leaning more towards this one – do the Bible thumpers have something about their end-of-the-world from flooding predictions? Maybe they got it right but were wrong about the date (sometime in October last year I believe) and instead of one big flood, it is a series of big floods over a period of time that will kill earth and us. I know , I know – there is this business called climate change and the greenhouse effect from all the gases hurled into the air. But did you know that water vapor enters into the cause equation? See http://climate.nasa.gov/causes
But I really think more than that is going on here. Could it be that God or the universe or whatever people believe in is so angry at us for the way we live, that he/she/it is hurling all this extreme weather at us in well, anger? I know I am jaded where anything about religion, faith, hope and trust are concerned – and that’s from personal experience and from what I see and hear about it going on, but I can’t help but wonder. Praying to be spared this extreme weather doesn’t seem to help. And I know that this world isn’t perfect and isn’t meant to be perfect. But enough is enough and we’ve crossed over that line big time.
However, something is really off with the world’s weather and it’s getting worse. So much so that I am now living in fear. It doesn’t matter where you live – someday you are going to get hit.
No wonder I can’t watch the TV series Revolution any more – even though the cause there was a world-wide permanent electrical blackout. It still is a wakeup call of what is really happening.
So is the weather.
I want to go back to times (weather-wise) when I was growing up. This world’s weather – I wouldn’t even demean the birds by comparing the weather to “for the birds.” Birds deserve better too.
Meantime, happy birthday to my late dad – he would be 114 if he were living.
Not much chance of many of us getting near that age with the weather these days.
Sharon A. Crawford
Only Child Writes