Ok, Kate suggests I try blogging last thing at night, I think that is an idea that might work. Nights Anyhow I have been falling asleep too early for a writer. Here in Chico it is raining a lot, many of the roads outside of town have been flooded lately. Apparently the West Coast is experiencing an El Nino event, meaning rain, rain, rain basically. I worry about friends who live in the hills, after the autumn’s mudslides fires, mudslides are a threat. We are safe in town, although Big Chico Creek has overflowed its banks lately.
It seems to me that there is a sense of sadness in town, and that people are kind of hunkering down, not socializing a lot. This means I may need to reach out a bit more to some folks we know, although some good events are coming up. The town is divided about the presence of evacuees from the fire. Thousands are still in Chico, meaning heavier traffic than usual and more of a demand on an already strained housing market. Some sectors of town are growing resentful over the presence of evacuees, while others realize they really have little choice and this will be going on for the long haul.
These camps are also at odds over the issue of homelessness, taking positions that readers can probably guess. The issue is very unresolved.. People are creating encampments in Bidwell Park, which is a problem – some do well at cleaning up trash, others do not. The city does need to create some kind of shelters, the ones that exist are inadequate. More to come here.
Our town remains a creative and interesting place, just a bit slower in the rain than it has been. Tonight we went to an event called Keep Chico Weird at one of the art galleries. It’s an annual event, with lots of out of the box art – a sculpture of a purple octopus riding a bike, another of a giant metal spider, a map of an imaginary world, a portrait of a guy who looks sad if you stare into his right eye and threatening if you look into his left, and much more.
I am not sure of how to describe the band, they were basically a jam session between an electric guitarist and a drummer. Their music was sort of a combination of psychedelic punk and rave music – not my favorite, but they were actually good musicians in spite of that. The crowd was young, there were people dressed as jesters, lots of tatoos. I thought I would know someone there, some of the writers I know could be described as self defined weird people but none came when we were there. Still, it was fun, just increasingly crowded and noisy, which can wear on us introverts.
Winter is passing into spring in America. Michael Cohen tore into Trump this week, Trump apparently made some rambling speech to a conservative group today where he defined the issue of the 2020 election as opposition to socialism – does he know what socialism means? Tension remains about the non-crisis at the southern border and Trump’s dumb wall. Cohen apparently made a comment about how Trump’s supporters would not go down without a big fight if he is defeated in 2020 – that is scary but we will see how real it might be.
Spring is coming though, buttercups and goldfields are starting to blanket the hillsides in Upper Park. Yesterday we saw two common mergansers continually flying upstream in Big Chico Creek and then riding the frothing currents downstream. It’s not clear what they were doing, but Kate and I agreed it looked like they were having fun. The winter migratory birds are leaving our region, we’ve seen and heard snowgeese and sandhill cranes flying overhead, making a lot of noise for the past few weeks. We have had a good wild fungus season, and saw jelly fungus in the park yesterday. Soon galaxies of wildflowers will cover the hills.
I like this idea of blogging at night, I will stick with it.