The Furious Spinner

We are in the second day of an air alert. You can see the air. The guy on the radio said, "People with asthma should take steps not to have an asthma attack." Oh really? And what should we do? Not breathe the air? These alerts always remind me of a joke Jay Leno did years ago about a smog alert in LA. People were told to stay indoors, and he said, "It's the same air." Yep. My entire body is tense—which isn't conducive to good breathing. I'm trying to breathe deeply and tell myself I can breathe, while wondering if the air I'm breathing is going to cause me not to be able to
breathe...

Yes, I live in a small town in the country, but the Gorge acts as a funnel and draws the pollution from Portland down into it and keeps the pollution we produce from cars from dispersing during these hot days. It's generally better than it used to be. When we first moved to the Gorge, the seed farmers in the Willamette Valley on the other side of the mountain burned their fields every year. I would watch the smoke roll over the mountain and drop down into the Gorge like a kind of toxic fog. They've outlawed most of the burning, so now the farmers use pesticides instead. Consequences, you know. You always gotta keep in mind the consequences of actions.

I dreamed I was in church and the head of the man sitting next to me exploded. Good times.

I'm getting ready to go to court for another day of observation. It's two blocks away. Is it safe to walk that far? If I drive, I'm contributing to the pollution. What to do?

Breathe, just breathe.

OM TARA TU TARE TURE SOHA.

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