Although I’m anxious—now that the southern Arizona book tour has concluded—to fly to Atlanta to meet my new grandson, Caleb, I’m cooling my heels here in San Diego. I’m being treated like royalty by my brother, David, his wife, Lori and their son, Jake. Sunday night involved a wonderful dinner with teacher Marty Brisbois and her husband, Brian, also an educator. Marty agreed to work with Dimmie and me next summer to export her lesson plan for teaching Max as a companion piece for Charley to teacher’s blogs. She also purchased 52 copies of Max for her students.
My flight to Atlanta was cancelled today. Dimmie texted me saying they were riding out the worst storm of the century, which, while inconvenient, at least means moisture.
Here in San Diego, David tells me they are experiencing a drought that stretches back to post-2008 (the last wet year on record). David reports his well is at about 30% capacity and as the water table drops the level is often below the pump. Last night, I got to observe the family in a meeting over the issue of water conservation (the future for us all?). It was agreed that showers should be two minutes, the dish and clothes washers should be run as full as possible and that flushing should occur only when urgent. It was even suggested the water normally lost while waiting for the shower water to warm could be captured in a bucket and used for dogs or plants.
I’m grateful to my family for allowing me to listen in on such a critical conversation in challenging times.
Art Note: The rest of the Borrego Springs dragon.