This morning we woke up to around 7cm of snowfall in Calgary, Alberta.
It's still blowing about but the temperature is 0° so it isn't sticking to the ground much. The asphalt might be too warm, considering yesterday reached +20°.
While I'm far from a meteorologist I don't need to think very hard about how this screams, "climate change." And in the last two weeks we've experienced drastic changes in Calgary weather; one day plus-mid-teens and within 16 hours it was suddenly minus four degrees. This enormous fluctuation in temperature makes living here a bit of a drain on the brain. And it seems major fluctuations in Calgary weather like the one I just described have been occurring more frequently in the last decade.
Another thing, Calgary climate is dry.
There must be far more lotion sales per capita in Alberta. I have informed multiple people I spend an average 20, shameless minutes a day applying lotion.
After hearing this, an old friend inquisitively replied, "you put lotion on your whole body?!"
Yes, my skin is practically reptilian growing up near the Canadian Badlands.
You may be interested to know Calgary's Climate Program is available to view online. See: Climate Resilience Strategy. Or below venn diagram to get the brief glimpse :
These kinds of initiatives are important and we can't stop ourselves from contributing to climate change. It's fucking inevitable. Which is why it's mega important to do what we can, even if it's only a small bit. The reality is: we are very fucking tiny in comparison to the giant globe. And I need not mention the beyond - our solar system - which isn't yet partially tapped for knowledge. The very fact we don't know enough should drive us further to explore and desire to learn.
a digression:
Desire2Learn -or- D2L was a software that the school board began using when I was in Grade nine or ten maybe. It would be a place where lesson notes are uploaded, you'd submit your assignments and projects and then once graded, it's where you'd find your subject marks. If you've ever been through or put a child through CBE I'm sure you're well aware of D2L. And the other week I wrote about how one of my Social Studies teachers from CSSD put the link to my blog (this one) in the Comments section of my grade on D2L.
Ultimately leading me to the topic of "comments section". I don't blame anyone who turns off the comments. Comments because they're largely opinions of humans can be so hurtful. When I read a bunch of negative comments I'm often reminded of that saying -you know the one- it begins with, "Opinions are like assholes..."
Reading my own timeline lately I almost feel as if there's only one way to move on from this COVID-19 shit storm in Canada and it's to agree that everybody's an asshole. Under our Conservative Governments you kind of have to be an asshole because they're the type of people who get any kind of benefit from the likes of UCP. Mentally, I don't know if I can begin to comprehend the level of stupidity shown by the Government of Alberta since coming into power. Physically, and I'll say it again loud and clear: I respect our unborn children too much to bring them into a world under Alberta UCP. This party have demonstrated time and again they do not stand by their platform, (oh wait, what's that?) nor do they want our future generation to succeed in the modern world. Equality has gone completely out the window in Alberta since the coronavirus caused a global pandemic last March. Women are being harassed in broad daylight and in public areas. Freedom is being protested. Read that again. FREEDOM. I wish I could get around physical distancing to slap some of the people who say stupid shit like the vaccines have 5G in them. jfc. I hope there's 5G because then I don't have to worry about needing Wi-Fi anymore!
My mind buzzes. It constantly reminds me to pay more attention.
One of the things that bothers (worries) me is, I worry a lot. I worry to the point of no return and then I sit there, on the edge. My legs dangling over, head down, looking through or trying to look through or something. Ears touching shoulders. Shoulders hunched because, what else do shoulders do when the hands at the other end are gripping the side of a cliff? With gravity as my friend I worry about whatever it is there is to worry about and think the worst. My go-to crisis analysis is the absolute worst possible outcome, every single time, and it's dark. I go dark, and while I know this, I carry on. Continuing the discovery; not before cursing and taking it all back - I take it back, I take it back, I take it back - three times. I take back even thinking what I thought up.
Such is the thought process of a child of loss.
"child of loss" Definition :
A person who experiences losing [death] a significant influence/guardian at a very young age
Obviously I just made that up, but I'm starting to think it's legitimate. People might even refer to it as PTSD because they can. Yet I tell myself, no, it can't be that. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is what happens when someone experiences something so awful, like truly fucking messed up and horrific. The people who witnessed women and children carelessly murdered in Iraq - these are the types of people who develop PTSD. While that's true. It's also true you can get PTSD from having a stillbirth or even finding out one night before dinner that your 41-year-old Father died in his bed that morning; probably. I almost believe it.
I also almost believe Albertans should be working together on a class action lawsuit. There's a growing band of COVIDIOTS and our government's lack of fair treatment and inept control of the VOCs makes me fear for the PTSD of people in this province.
Stay kind and look out for yourself and your neighbours.
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