It’s remarkable, really, how they’ve come to ignore the spreading desert in their living room, now threatening to engulf the La-Z-Boy recliner & turn the aquarium into a saline depression. They pretend those are mice scrabbling in the kitchen & not landless economic refugees laboring to convert rainforest into soybean plantations. Windrows of dead honeybees pile up beneath their beds. And that dripping sound from the attic? You’ve guessed it: their glacier is shrinking fast. Already one of Grandpa’s legs can be seen protruding from the side adjacent to the stairs, which every day grow a little steeper & more numerous.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).