By Max R. Weller
I could have used a survival shelter like this last night, and I could use it again tonight. It’s been raining off and on since about 5:15AM yesterday morning, the ground around my campsite quickly became saturated, and now all of my gear is soaked. It doesn’t look like there will be any chance to dry stuff out today, so I’m in for another miserably wet and cold night. It’s still better than being in any homeless shelter or emergency warming center, with critters who are barely human.
It snowed in the middle of May, and now again in the middle of September; just four months apart. No wonder scientists changed “global warming” to “climate change” a while back; the latter term can mean anything at all.
I did manage to fill my Thermos with hot water in the dining room at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless this morning, and I’m still debating whether to get ramen noodles or instant mashed potatoes at King Soopers. A hot lunch helps a lot when one is living outdoors.
Read Boulder wants your cheers, jeers for public art projects in the Daily Camera. My online comment follows:
Public art is great, so long as it’s paid for by the Medici family (or the latter-day equivalent here in Boulder, CO).
Politics from Lafayette County, MO:
This gentleman looks like a judge, not a middle-aged Barbie who wants to relive her glory days in high school. Sorry, Valoree . . .
Just a reminder, BSH opens its emergency overnight dorms on October 15th:
That’s all for today, folks.