One thing that I love about Boulder is that it gets me out of the house, quite literally, and moving. The reason for this is that everything (almost) that we might want to do is within walking distance of where we live, or accessible on a bus route. Now my great fear in this particular post is that I will start sounding like some naive eco-person whose interest in saving the earth comes from a desire to be fashionable as much as it does from a concern for the earth. I am like this sometimes, unfortunately — buying massive amounts of reusable grocery bags, and never bringing them back to the grocery store. Buying, buying — anything with a green or eco label on it.
Another manifestation of this outlook in myself is the long-held and firmly entrenched belief that public transportation is a wonderful way to lower the amount of carbon emissions and other pollutants in our atmosphere — for other people. Therefore, with this post, I am publicly admitting to the beginning of a great experiment for me: we are attempting to spend this month in Boulder without renting a car. At any rate, those things are so very expensive, even if you get a tiny little economy model. You can practically buy a new car for what it would cost to rent one for a month. Besides, Boulder is currently the capital of eco-chic, with lots of convenient bus routes. These have cute names like Hop, Skip and Jump. There are a few more, like, I believe, Boogie down Broadway (a well-traveled street here). They actually go to places that I want to go.
I have no idea if this is the case back in Cincinnati. Yes, I know perfectly well that there is a big public transportation system, all buses though, no subway and not yet a streetcar for downtown. I have no idea if they stop at convenient places, because the closest they come to my house is about a mile away. I know this is unfashionable to say, but I am not walking a mile to get a bus, regardless of how much I save on gas.
I think most people have similar attitudes: I’ll try to be green as long as it doesn’t inconvenience me much. Or at all. This is a great stumbling block for the drive to make us all greener and more energy-efficient. We don’t mind it unless our sacrifice will have a chance of jolting us out of our usual ruts. So, I am determined now to give the bus a try before I run screaming to the car-rental agency.
It’s just the sort of morning that we all want to spend at home, enjoying. So I spend it inside, typing on a laptop. Green light filters down from all of the trees.
I have to stop looking through Zappo’s for walking shoes, and walk. Walking doesn’t exactly need special outfits. Many of my neighbors might be surprised at such a statement, though. They figure, if it’s worth doing, it’s worth buying a special suit of clothing for.
Lunch downtown with the Librarian, but not at the actual Library.
I must start out this blog post by admitting a thing that might make me either very popular here in Cincinnati, or, possibly, unpopular: we have electrical power at our house.
Ever since Monday’s infamous “deluge” by the remnants of hurricane Ike, with huge windstorms and much power outage, the most common question around here is “Do you have power?”
We came home, slowly but surely, yesterday, to find out that we did have power at our house. We came home slowly because, on Sunday when the windstorm hit, we were in a plane in the region of Knoxville, flying home from Ft. Lauderdale. Thus, since the Cincinnati airport was closed, we were rerouted to Atlanta where, as you saw, we stayed the night.
Further slowness in our arrival was caused by a huge fallen tree totally blocking a street leading to our house. So we had to walk the last quarter mile, dragging suitcases behind us, suitcases whose wheels are now probably permanently embedded with twigs from said tree. Several people stopped their cars to say hi and to welcome us home. Our friend Steve and Peter’s friend Betsy arrived at our house as we did, to help check on things.
Amount of damage: many twigs in yard. Many still-green leaves. Two limbs from giant oak broke, one fallen on our roof, and one still hanging from the tree. Apparently no damage to the roof, not nasty damage anyway.
So here we sit, listening to the not-storm (i.e. quiet) out of our window, with the frequent addition of power saw sounds in the distance.
So that explains about the food…
FOXNews.com – Experts to Probe Mysterious ‘Little Green Man’ Lights Seen Over London – International News | News of the World | Middle East News | Europe News
UFO experts in England Thursday called for a probe into this summer’s “Little Green Man” sightings — as one was spotted above a TESCO supermarket.
The local trees, a few of them at any rate, like the buckeyes, which get leaves first and drop them first, are starting to change color a little bit. They are turning a paler green, in preparation for the yellows to come next month.
There is definitely not the uniform lushness of deep green that there was everywhere in June.
I make a point of spending hours outside, sometimes writing, usually not, in order to store up the feelings for winter, when I will only rush out to the porch long enough to get Sophie inside, or to pick up a few more logs for the fire. I want to remember summer as the natural state of things, not winter. With the long, cold spring we had this year, it’s going to be difficult, but I think I’m up to the task.
Blogging more later… must wake up the chihuahua now.