I am not sure who is in charge of
these kinds of things, but it seems to me that, having now passed the date of
the Autumnal Equinox and being fully into the season called “fall,” the
temperature in my neck of the woods (this is fantasy – there are no woods to
speak of where I live) should not be hovering around the 100° mark! Something
is clearly off somewhere – and I’d like someone to take care of it as soon as
possible. Autumn – or Fall, if you prefer – should be a season of crisply cold
mornings, bright clear blue sky-ed afternoons, and brilliantly starred
evenings. Instead, we get summer redux. What is going on here! And before you
suggest global warming as the culprit, I am talking about weather – and that is
climate.
Having lived here for more than half
my life I should be used to the first few weeks of September being more summery
than summer usually is – at least as far as temperature is concerned. Just in
time for the kids to head off to sit in classrooms for hours at a time, the
temperature soars to annual highs, straining the air conditioning and, now, the
electrical grid! Happens year after year. But I complain every time. While I am
not a citizen, I am a taxpayer, and that entitles me. And what I have gotten
for all my complaining? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. And now, here we are again!!
I have been suspecting this for some
time, but this confirms it. Apparently, I am not in charge of the weather. It
joins a growing list of other things I have no responsibility for. Not only
that – whoever is in charge of the weather (and that growing list of other
things I mentioned) is not taking my calls, nor responding to my texts. Not
only am I not in charge, I have absolutely no say in the many matters under
consideration. This is disconcerting. And extremely disappointing. It is
becoming clearer and clearer that the sphere of my authority over things I want
to have authority over is much smaller than I had hoped. Much smaller. As in,
non-existent.
As it turns out, about all I have
authority over is how I respond to the growing list of things I don’t have
authority over. This clearly can’t be the way it is supposed to be! Surely, the
benefit of having me in charge is obvious to all. In fact, as soon as I get my
own things in order, I’ll see what can be done about that speck I see in your
eye. Until then, I’ll try not to hit you with this beam. Not sure who is in
charge of it, but I aim to find out!
