In the early 1990's, I worked on farms. I love farming. It's too bad that industry has destroyed it. Farming means, enduring the weather, and trying
to harvest something. It's a very hard living, but it's also very rewarding. In the height of the summer, you must be able to handle the worst of
the sun and heat as you bale hay. The hay needs to be dry. If that isn't hot enough you, throw heavy bales onto a wagon, the you should try it up in
the haymow. That's the barn's attic where you store the hay. Of course, since it's at the top, all the heat is trap in this confined area. It's
dark, and the air is filled with dust, pollen and anything else you track in. I'll save you the worst of what you actually are breathing in. It's a
barn remember... If you can survive stacking hay in the haymow, you have definitely survived an ordeal.
So, over those years, I experience the heat. And, I noticed a change in the weather. Of course, back then, I was in my mid-twenties, and what the
hell did I know about long term weather patterns. But, I did have other farms to talk about the weather. It's what we do in Canada. And especially,
Canadian Farmers. During a grape harvest, I was tractor jockeying with an old gentleman named Jasper. He was in his late seventies back in the
1990's, so, he had farmed many seasons in the Twentieth Century. That particular fall, we were talking about how freaking hot that summer had been,
and how the heat was still there while we harvesting in October. It may have been late September. Depends on the variety. Whichever, we both were
agree that things were changing. He then went on to give me a complete history of weather in our area, over decades. To simplify, he said, the heat
was coming earlier and staying later. He notice a shift about two weeks on either end. So, back in the 1990's that was a lot. He convinced me.
I'm sure not around anymore. He'd be about 110 years now. A few seasons afterward, I moved on from farming and got a temporary job driving a
hack, or cab, or taxi if you like, Uber's going to kill them soon. So, I don't care anymore. It was obvious to me in the 1990's, that the death of
the family farm, was right around the corner. You can't live on farm wages, even you trade/barter overtime for beef. All the farmer's confessed they
didn't really own their own farms. Every year they had to beg the banks for hundreds of thousands of dollars. The grape picker alone, even back then,
was over a quarter of million dollars. Forget about all the other expenses, fuel, labour, fertilizer, fungicides, pesticides, (evil pesticides, i had
get a license, i know dangerous they are!!!!!) So, forget farming. I loved looking at the cow's eyes. They're so beautiful. I missed the herd dogs,
the rat dogs, and the cats. I could go about all my animal friends, but I'll cut to the chase. I gave it up, and moved to the city...
It was not exactly a high point in my life, but it was a job. I drove around and around and around. Kinda like farming on tractor. You go round
and round a field. I like the cab, it was fueled by propane, so it was a bit cleaner. etc. But, I had a heavy foot, so, I burning fuel, all day, every
day. To combat a warming world, I started telling all my fares that the planet was heating up and we need to change, and change fast. Remember, I'm
talking about the 1990's, long ago. I tried. I'll be brief, because most people answered the same way. They said, "If this is global warming, bring
Seriously, 75% said that. 25% agreed with me. I've tried everything since, to mend my ways, act cleanly, and recycle and try to convince to stop
I've even track my own footprint. Oh my God. If my footprint was huge despite all my best efforts, other people's feetprints were freakin' dinosaur
I want to cry now. And swear, because outside, it's like hell. It's so hot. The little squirrel was flat on his belly on the ground in the shade
because it's suffering. I'm hiding inside. I'm a boy in a bubble like a young John Travolta. I don't cook with stove anymore. I try to not use
much so I don't heat up the place and make the poor air conditioning work double time. It will blow up and I won't have any A/C. Then I'm f
I know why I am so angry. Once, I was living in the far north. At least as far as I dared to go. It was in the exact, or very close, middle of
the North American continent. I lived just east of Winnipeg, Manitoba in Northwestern Ontario. God, it was beautiful. I want to cry. I had to move
back to the place where I born after about 7 years. I came to Southern Ontario. Where it's hot. In Kenora, I only experienced one full on heat wave.
Otherwize, I loved it. Today, here near, those Niagara Falling Waters... I'm baking like a smoked salmon. Today, on the weather network, I see were
blasting another heat record to hell. Lately, the only weather to be hotter at this time of year, was a 1973 late summer heatwave.
I often try to forget Kenora. It hurts to remember all that joy in not hating my surroundings. Here, I'm surrounded my pollution, urban sprawl,
industry, etc. At least there is some trees outside my window and I feed birds, squirrels and chipmunks. I haven't seen the chipmunk lately. I hope
that some bad person who lets their cats outsides, didn't eat it. One earlier in the spring was severely injured. A cat (maybe, I shouldn't be
prejudiced, I didn't happen) broke it's back and could only manage to drag it's legs along. But, it did survive and frankly, it's struggle to
survive gave me inspiration. To do the same. So, that's what I'm goin'. I watching as one vicious storm approaches due to the heat and humidity. My
poor child is in a school without air conditioning. I'm not there, but I'd probably shut down the school and send the kids home. It's supposed to
be this way for days. Heck, I might kid home or take him out early. (someone's car/scooter alarm is going off. I really hate people you know) My
problem is that I love people. I love animals.
BUT. PEOPLE CAN BE GIANT JERKS. Animals can be jerks too. I teach son this all the time and say nature is savage. He is interested in birds. I'm
describing the pecking order. The alarm is still going... I almost erased everything I just wrote by accident. Thank God for the undo button.
Sometimes, I type so fast, I'll hit the wrong. In past, I've actually erased large amounts of writing and couldn't get it back. I started writing
on an actually typewriter with paper. It had it draw backs, but at least if you made a mistake, there was the risk of destroying everything you had
I just copied and pasted to notepad. Always have a back up plan. I have water stored. The alarm outside started again. Oh anyways, I checked
It's 15 C or 59 F. with clouds. High temp 19C or 66 F
In Niagara, we're hovering above 31C feels like 44 C and suppose climb to 32 or 33C. Or, 88F feeling like 109 degrees. If you cool, a cool person,
back in the 1970s, 1980s, and Nineties, if it was hot, you said, Wow, it's so hot, it's like 90. And that was something you said in the middle of
summer during the occasional heatwave. Now, everyday in the summer is actually-literally 90 and not just like 90 degrees man. Like totally...
Gag me with a spoon. I'm trapped in a bubble. The freakin