The odd thing is this: almost everybody I speak with in life as against online is complaining about the heat this early in summer - which is pretty high - and of the fact that the past winter has been unusually mild; yes, cold, but compared with earlier winters, mild. (And I know this, not by being obsessed with the thermometer, but by dint of my hands not being as badly affected this winter by Raynaud's as in past years) Rainfall has been low, and this bodes ill for the water supply.
The winters here of the 80s were spectacular displays of lightning and thunder; can't remember the last time we had that kind of sustained display in recent years. I used to get robins in the garden and on the terrace each winter; I haven't seen one in the past two. Ditto lizards: each summer would see them lie in wait on the terrace walls or ceiling. Not seen one there in years, though I have seen one elsewhere on the building. By now, the evening sky would be alive with little bats doing their acrobatic displays; not so far this time around. Of course things have changed during the past few year; you'd have to live in a closed box not to notice.
As you would not to notice that parking these days in this little pair of towns (Pollensa and its Port) is almost impossible, where once there was unlimited space right in front of your destination.
Why do some here look upon big cars or tucks as being valid only in terms of the price of their fuel? What about the shit they pump out into the air? Does it make more sense to drive two tons of crap with just the driver inside, or something that weighs less than half that? As I asked before, where do folks think those escaped gasses go? The bits that separate out and become heavier than air fall back down, but the gasses lighter than air can't, and they stop right where they have the same weight as the much thinner air around them at that altitude, and so on outwards. They can't fall back down and be "treated". They cause the layers that trap heat. And somebody thinks that adding and adding to that, which is what man is doing, makes no difference, that it would happen anyway? What would happen anyway does; but we add a helluva lot to that. And what we add are perhaps the bits that become trapped above our heads. For ever. Those can't be washed back down by rain. They are above it.
