Marshmallows or Popcorn
A.V. Walters–
Surprisingly, it turns out that Rick is making the California to Michigan transition better than I am. I still have a foot in each world. I’m still on political and activist email lists for California and Sonoma County. I still check the weather for Two Rock.
I have an off-beat sense of humor. Sometimes it gets me into trouble. Sometimes it reveals an underlying sense of order that is just a little out-of-step with the “regular” world.
This was never more clear than, a decade or so ago, when I received a telephone call from my sister, whose home had just burned to the ground. (“Defective dryer wiring.”) She was near hysterical.
“It’s gone, everything…(sobbing)…”
“Everybody get out okay?”
“Yeah, we weren’t home—Bill was at the neighbors, when they saw the smoke…”
“Pets out, too?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s left… like, how high are the walls?
She broke down again, “Nothing. Nothing’s more than waist high. Just smoldering embers. (Sobbing) What am I going to do?”
Here, perhaps I should have paused to think. But I didn’t.
“I dunno. Got any marshmallows?”
Needless to say, it wasn’t well received.
From this, I’ve developed my theory of Marshmallows or Popcorn. It seems to me that any disaster has radiating circles of impact. If it’s your disaster, it’s Marshmallows. You are close enough to feel the heat; you’re the one feeling the loss. Someone else’s is Popcorn—you’re role is, essentially, an observer. It seems we humans make a spectator sport of disasters. Rick calls it the Rubbernecking Rule—you know, how you just can’t help but slow down and look at an accident. You read an obituary—and check the age. You hear that someone has cancer and the first thing you ask is, “Did he smoke?” It’s a way to handle loss that isn’t yours. Intellectualize. Engage from a safe distance. The psyche wants to understand and, at the same time, dissociate from the loss. That’s Popcorn. The news cycle essentially feeds on our addiction to Popcorn.
I read that there are very strong indications of an intense El Nino cycle, brewing in the Pacific. Ocean temperatures are significantly elevated. In any normal cycle, this could lead to drought conditions in California. Right now, though, California has already seen a number of abnormally dry years. Rick and I were discussing it, the double whammy of ocean warming and El Nino, and whether that fell into an underlying climate-change warming pattern.
Generally they report California’s water status in terms of snow-pack and reservoir levels. We know, though, that that doesn’t tell the whole story. It’s a short-sighted measurement that doesn’t reflect the impact on the environment, or what happens in rural areas, where folks and farmers rely on well-water. For them, annual rainfall is critical to recharge the aquifers. I thought about our lives in Two Rock and our life and friends back on the farm.
“What will we do with yet another year of drought?”
Rick looked over at me, “What do you mean, we?” He grinned. “I live in Michigan.”
So, we do the math: Time + Distance = Popcorn.
Nice read.
Sorry about your sister’s house though.
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Yes. Too bad though that she didn’t learn the lesson. The lesson is that it’s not about stuff.
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This is so true. It’s our way of dealing with and prioritizing disaster. I was just in the marshmallow stage and now I’ve reached the popcorn stage. I much prefer the popcorn stage 😀
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Yeah, I’ve been there. The thing is, if you ever really need humor, that’s when you need it. Glad to hear that you’re out of marshmallows.
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LOL – no more of them for me for a while (fingers crossed!) 😉
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I am having so much fun following your writings. You must have so much fun just having all these thoughts in your head! I have thanked your “mum” for hooking me up. Mary Beth Hughes
Sent from M B’s iPad
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Thanks Mary Beth. I’m glad you’re enjoying the blog. Go ahead, tell my mum.
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