Mother Nature's Midlife Crisis

Mother Nature is having a midlife crisis and it isn't pretty. She's acting like she caught her husband (Father Time?) in the bed with the girl next door and now wants to burn down the whole neighborhood, before driving away in a new corvette that isn't even electric.

That sounds silly, and maybe even disrespectful to the people suffering through tragedy right now, but I don't have the words to come close to explaining what's been happening otherwise.

Think about it: Florida and Texas got pummeled. Wildfires blaze across California. Earthquakes keep shaking Mexico. The Caribbean got slammed by a hurricane so badly that some islands aren't even inhabitable anymore. And then it got hit again.

Puerto Rico looks to be basically underwater.

It's almost as though Mother Nature is in a contest with Donald Trump to see who can inflict the most harm on brown people.

And I don't understand why she's so angry.

If Father Time cheated on her, she should take it out on him instead of us. She should know that we've all been cheated by him too at some point.

If Mother Nature is bored with her life and needs some excitement, couldn't she just go on a cross-country road trip like Thelma and Louise instead of using the wind to hurl our cars through the air?

Maybe she's mad at us for some reason--perhaps she thinks we forgot her birthday. Or her Earth Day. Maybe she thinks we didn't thank her enough for that one nice day we had this summer. Or perhaps we didn't take out the trash like we promised, and now it's all piled up in somewhere in New Jersey.

Perhaps it's that we had an anniversary and forget to give her flowers? Well, maybe, but you'd think she'd be perfectly capable of coming up with plenty of her own.

Some people will say it's because of global warming, but I'm not so sure. If Mother Nature were too hot it sure seems like she would be keeping all the water to herself instead of spraying it all over us. (Editor's Note: Some people will also say that I shouldn't joke about global warming or make fun of the President. And I will tell some people to get their own blog and they can write whatever they want).

Whatever the reason, and she won't come out and tell us, it's been the worst run of weather I can remember for North America while we are stuck here trying to figure it out. Here in Northern California the highs seemed to hover somewhere between 107 and 5000 for most of the summer. Once it gets that hot you really can't tell the difference.

The weather was hard on me this summer too. Multiple sclerosis causes my left eye to go blind when I get overheated. On the day it got to 113, I don't know why I even bothered putting in my contacts.

But those of us who are safe, sheltered, and dry really can't complain, I suppose, since so many people are going through so much hurt right now. If anyone knows how to get back into Mother Nature's good graces, it would be a public service to all. I would offer bake her a fruitcake, but too much heating up the oven might be exactly what got her riled up in the first place.

Until we figure out how to make amends, all we can do is give generously to the relief organizations, look for ways to serve to make the lives of those affected a little bit better, and maybe say some prayers to the guy who was documented to have calmed the storms back in Matthew.

Because with Mother Nature in this mood, He might be our only hope.