Sometimes you don’t quite realize how much you needed to breathe and walk in the clean air somewhere else on Earth. In my case, I didn’t have to travel far. I felt like I’d needed to breathe that unadulterated air.
It’s not hard to wonder, with our A/Cs and plastic fans during summer (or near-summer) why the air quality index was so high one day this month that “unhealthy for sensitive groups” was displayed on the Weather Channel mobile app. Air filtering is needed for certain times, and— what else, high voltage air filters produce ozone, making it worse?
And the area that connects Biddeford and Saco is called Factory Island. Yes, Factory Island. At least the smoke stack isn’t being used. (At least I don’t think it is.)
Now, some of you may be wondering: “Why Saco? Biddeford? Why not Portland? Isn’t that where you live?” No, not anymore. I moved. In fact, I was forced to move because I the company that supplemented the rent gave up on Portland altogether with all the wage changes… wage changes it made unilaterally. I don’t have the money to pay the rent — something close to $1,900 a month for a good three bedroom apartment, and I can only manage about a third of that. And that’s why I lived with another person, and once again that’s why I am living with yet another person, just now a different guy… unfortunately with his own set of childish and unsanitary habits. It’s a different kind of stress and sleep schedule.
2021 has been with major change whether I or you like it or not, and again it’s been hard to find the peace of mind to write.
Some awful things have happened as a result of years of negligence. And I’m not just talking what happened in DC. My mother was hospitalized after pretty much starving herself since I left the old home, and worse after falling on the ice, where she ate even less. Years of denial turned into straight up mental illness. And now her moldy house is stripped of its walls and its contents, and the place may be sold soon. The house I grew up in is gone.
Well. Summer is here. Almost. Okay, so it’s Maine, and 80 F feels hot to me and others used to shoveling snow. And someone like me is also used to wearing a knit hat. Now my exposed, balding head (with early-Fraiser hair, kind of) can’t take the direct sun without risk of sunburn.
Likewise, this very tree has gone a bit… “bald.” Or maybe it’s just me. …Okay, so this tree is not the one at the top, so it very well was just me lol. The cherry blossom trees have all gone green too.
The sun can be intense at times, but— like rain— the plants and overall life on Earth need the sun. And the COVID mask will only prevent sunburn on the lower parts of my face.
At night, people can appreciate the cooler side… and hopefully not sleep in sweat. But it is also the season where kids can be heard in the streets on skateboards… even at midnight.
It’s past mud season… and so it appears to be a season of road construction.
It’s gotten relatively hot over the past couple days. Temps in the 80s (Fahrenheit), some sweating. …It’s hot inside. The heat generated by the electronics is noticeable. I even took a break with the phone so it’d cool off…a short one.