Friday, October 26, 2007

huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh! *loud sucking in of surprised air*

I opened my bedroom window today and saw thick grayish white material blocking my view of even the Henry's Marketplace sign that usual glows its bright green from across the street and their parking lot.

Gray and white!

I made Justin look.

"It's fog."

"I know, but still--look! Fog!"

There is humidity in the San Diego air. The soupish fog we are supposed to feel prickling our skin when we exit our homes in the morning has returned. The famous marine layer that arrives commonly in a store-bought-thinned-out-spider-web look and then settles into more of a cotton-fake-Christmas-snow fashion before reversing itself to sunny-and-75-degrees for the rest of the day has returned for the day.

That means the wind (for the most part; here) is blowing from the ocean-wet-west, instead of the mountain-desert-dry-East.

As good as that prickly coolness feels though, it's carrying all those particles of toxicly burned houses and cars and dishwashers and Barbies back over our houses.

Given our experience with the Cedar Fires we know that the fireplace/ashtray/clear scents will not just settle down. That year, when we got into our cars to drive north for Thanksgiving the wind had shifted again--the Santa Anas don't just happen once a season--and there was the filthy layer, coloring our lives gray.

So people are asking: why do they live there when they know the fires or earthquakes or landslides might happen any time? It's not tornadoes or hurricanes--it's not annual destruction. It is sunny and 75 degrees, 95% of of the time.

Plus there's this little tiny problem of over-population of the world. I suppose we all do our part in all things.

1 comment:

Penny said...

Why does anyone live anywhere? We all have a comfort zone, and you cannot avoid natural disaster no matter where you live; it comes in different forms. But, I agree that 95% of the time San Diego is the place to be on the mainland! Hawaii is where I would be in my dream life!