9:30 pm, Weds 6/6/19 on Anchorage’s Coastal Trail.
Yes it’s finally here.
Everyone is sweating. It was 68 degrees today. People were cranky. Why don’t we have air conditioning? Why are there so many bugs?
It’s raining now. That’s what happens when you get out of work. It’s 730 pm so the sun could come out at 9 pm like it did last night and people will pop out of their houses with their dogs, their babies, their cigarettes, bicycles and dancing/drinking clothes.
I was just out walking in the rain and passed a man BBQing chicken wings in the downpour. I complimented him on the smell and was hoping for a taste but his lady friend appeared and I moved on.
The streets clear out in the rain. People run, bike, walk, in the snow but they hide in the rain even after they have been complaining about the heat all day. I was incredibly grateful for the smell and the thunder. I had wanted to go swimming in a lake but the water has not warmed up to the high 40’s yet. I prefer the low 60’s for swimming water but will jump in just about anything that hasn’t crystallized. Also there is lightening.
I haven’t blogged recently because I’ve been obsessing about the possible shortage of avocados. I grew up avocado-less in Ye olde New England and have been frightened of returning to that state of tasteless ignorance. You could say the potato is the Irish equivalent of an avocado. It tastes good with butter and you can incorporate it into almost any meal. But whereas a potato famine could actually cause death, an avocado shortage causes only an awareness of entitlement which is miserable in a completely different way. Young people might revolt as they do in hot summer weather but no one will die over an avocado . At least I don’t think so.
We fight about oil, racism, immigration, water, and money but I hope it doesn’t come down to avocados. There are substitutes for avocados just as there are substitutes for petroleum but no one is really pursuing them. Pureed peas or asparagus make a passing guacamole. Hummus is good on toast. Ice cream tastes as rich if not as warm.
We white people will live through this, as we have lived through our cold winters and too hot summers, using our wits and our privilege to keep ourselves supplied with food that other people pick for us until those other people decide we are not worth it. Perhaps Trumps tariffs might be a good thing after all.
I have been thinking for a long time that life in Alaska is not environmentally responsible unless one has the skills and time to produce/hunt/fish/pick their own food. Just the cost of shipping up avocados, cashew milk and ice cream that I consume in bulk makes me an abuser of resources. Then there are my trips of enormous distances by plane. Maybe I will leave, but not yet. Not while I can have the streets to myself in a summer rain. We shall see what happens on June 10th!