I mentioned elsewhere my misadventure yesterday trying to take my wife to the beach. (It rained.) But that wasn’t all.
It’s August. The weather yesterday was predicting a high of 89°. My daughter is a teacher in a district that doesn’t have air-conditioning in many schools, so they declared a heat day. No school.
Turned out the high was only something like 79. So really, they called off school for nothing. Today the kids had to go to school. The high is expected to be 88, and it does feel like it.
I once considered that, but I need my regular sight of the water. Landlocked states are only for after the great comet.
I won’t be around to see it, but I have a feeling the population is going to start moving back in my direction.
Recent stories about the census have indicated that, climate change wise, people are moving in exactly the wrong direction: toward the coasts and the south. These are the parts of the country climate experts say will be feeling the worst effects of climate change.
Meanwhile, here in places like Ohio, we do experience the occasional tornado, but nothing like the hurricanes and floods which often ravage other parts of the country. We landlocked (well, except for Lake Erie) folks do experience bad weather, but we remain relatively protected from the kind of disasters we see in other parts of the US.
Much as I’d love to live the coastal life—and I genuinely would—when I see the weather that happens to other states, I’m grateful I live here.