Lately, I’ve found myself preoccupied with worry about the Blob. Not the Blob of the old horror movies, that somehow propelled itself around eating and dissolving everything in its path, but the unexplained, freakishly warm mass of water out in the Pacific. It’s thought to be responsible for starving sea lion pups, dead birds washing ashore on the Oregon Coast, a massive toxic algae bloom, pelicans that won’t mate, and dying salmon and is probably related to the hellishly hot, dry, seemingly endless summer we’re having here in the Pacific Northwest. Which makes me really, really hate it. Death to the Blob!
Even though I know reading about drought and hotter than normal conditions is making me feel anxious and depressed, I can’t seem to stop. Today I compulsively read more articles on the Blob, including one about the havoc the Blob is wreaking in the Puget Sound. While the drought and the Blob haven’t dried up the Puget Sound like in the photo above (I created that with an app called Reflect), they have created a too-hot, oxygen-deprived, disease-ridden environment for salmon and other cold water-loving fish.
So now, in addition to worrying that the Blob is going to turn into an El Niño that never goes away (I’ve always hated El Nino), I’m worried about those poor fish. I want to go catch them all and bring them home to…put in Smarty’s pool?
Yeah, that’s probably not going to work.
Whether the Blob and the possible upcoming “Super El Niño” are part of a natural cycle or the beginning of the greenhouse gas apocalypse, one thing is for sure: all cold-loving creatures are going to suffer because of them. Including me. One of my biggest worries about this warmer-than-normal thing is that it will become the new normal and Washington will become the new California. Which, by the way, I also hate. Well, I don’t really hate it but I wouldn’t want to live there. It’s too far south and too mild for a cold weather loving gal like me. I like hard frosts, crisp autumn mornings, bone-chilling starry nights, drinking hot tea on cold days and bundling up in fleece and fuzzy socks. I worry that it will be too warm for any of those things to happen this year. I worry that I won’t ever get to see Smarty play in the snow. I worry that my inability to exercise in warm weather will turn me into a blob. I worry that this long spell of warm weather will turn me into a cranky old lady and I’ll never stop wanting to say things like, “put on some clothes, Missy. What do you think this is California?” when I see people jogging in their underwear. (When did underwear become sportswear?)
The prospect of another non-winter is really depressing. The thought of summer continuing through October is unbearable. The worry about drought and all the creatures that will suffer because of it is…well, worrisome. The thought of living in the new California is horrible. If this is the new normal, I want out of here!
Iceland sounds nice.