SO CAL DROUGHT & ENVIRONMENT
Our rainy season is past, and we didn't get enough of those moist drops from the sky to fill our reservoirs or snow to build deep packs for summer melting into mountain streams and rivers. Californians are being told we are definitely in a drought. Forest fires may well be an exceptional risk. There reportedly is sufficient water to meet our needs through the coming year and the next one despite the low reservoir levels. I wonder if any special water conservation measures will become necessary?
I've not incurred the expense of converting my yard to desert landscaping, especially after having to repair a corner of my concrete block back wall's separation caused by pressures from my neighbor's leaning wall. Our city regulator's inspected and allowed me to separate his wall from mine so I won't encounter this issue in the future.
Meanwhile, I just received notice that our trash/recycle/sewer/street sweeping rates are increasing 12%. We're told other cities across the country will be having to increase their rates, too, at least by 10%. Eventually we may have to sort our trash for separate disposal of food waste which will be composted. This is all an effort to compensate for dwindling land-fill sites and control where the majority of man-made methane gas is emitted which contributes to smog. We have 3 bins now for weekly pickup -- trash, recycle (paper, cardboard boxes), greenery for compost.
PATIENCE ... Patience ... patience !
These are the words I said so many times to so many of my different patients when I provided all sorts of communication rehabilitation in speech-language-hearing-voicing-cogniltive and swallowing due to a variety of causes. Patience -- a word easier said then practiced as I focus now on doing what I preach.
I'm finally reconciled to the fact my physical activity has slowed a bit from what I hoped might never occur, or expected at the very least not until I was older than my present eighth decade. I may engage in physical therapy again, but my once-expected gains are being limited. I ponder if surgery is warranted with benefits outweighing potential deficits.
Pain with movement experienced the past several years has significantly lessened but is not eliminated. I recently read a report that redheads have a high tolerance level for pain. I can attest to the truth of that for me, surprising even some medical people I've encountered.
It does get tiresome having to spend more time than I had been accustomed to, just doing ordinary activities. Also annoying are limitations even engaging in some activities. I've been trying to wait out the pandemic before seeking some much-needed assistance here.
California's Western Scrub-Jay looks somewhat like a Blue Jay, "are bigger and longer than bluebirds"; have lots of "attitude" as described at Audubon.org. in an article with photos by Garrison Frost, "Ten Birds Every Californian Should Know". This handsome blue bird with a splotch of reddish-brown feathers has been flitting between the large leaves through the lower levels of my Bird of Paradise just outside my living room window that looks out onto my back yard. This is the first time since we've lived here that I've observed this particular bird species in my yard visiting every afternoon for several days this past week though it's described to be common here.
The other day the Scrub-Jay finally came to the window, apparently attracted these several days by the perpetual motion of mini-solar powered figures sitting on the inside windowsill. One realistic-looking figure appears to be a large bee hovering with rapid wing movement over colorful flowers. Touching the window glass gently with his beak, the blue bird soon discovered penetration was restricted, keeping him from reaching that fake insect.
Apparently not completely discouraged, the Scrub-Jay then hopped further down the window out of my sight. I soon heard pecking sounds which was obviously the bird determined to find a way inside to get to that tasty-looking bug. Scrub-Jay quickly discerned entry was a futile effort there, too, and flew away. Fortunately, my window is dirty enough the bird hadn't mistakenly flown into it, unlike a small bird I noticed one year repeatedly butting against a then clearer window. I miss seeing Scrub-Jay and wonder if he will return another day but hasn't so far.
Now that -- presumably, going out in the world is safer for those of us who have our vaccinations, if we've waited the two weeks following the injections(s) for antibodies to fully develop in our system -- I don't feel any real drive to do so. We have yet to see the full effect of variants. I haven't set foot in a store or restaurant for over a year. I've grown accustomed to ordering more items online and having other deliveries.
I rather like making pick-ups at grocery stores, other businesses, various restaurants and drive-thrus. I hope some of these services continue after the pandemic is in our past -- assuming it will be eventually. Perhaps I will evolve into using more of a mix of such conveniences than I've used in the past. I wonder if others may alter their future shopping routines, too, from past patterns before this pandemic?