Years of heading back to school in the fall have left me imprinted with an instinct to buy new pencils and crisp binder paper around this time–maybe even a new pair of shoes. I can’t remember how old I was when I finally realized that September was the End (not the beginning) of the year, but I’m still confused by it.
I actually dislike summer, and August particularly. By this time I’m usually craving cool evenings and long sleeves. I always get a little excited as we start the countdown to September, but this year, I’m also getting a little nervous.
it was September 15 last year that I got the seemingly innocuous email from the city engineer that they were going to “take down the dam a bit” to lower the water level so they could check for holes in the bank. Within a month they had issued a report to allow emergency exception to the standards of CEQA and voted to install a wall of metal through the beavers living room. I was just coming home from my birthday vacation to the coast when I saw our brave city manager and city engineer gathered at the dam and plotting their next moves. I blogged about it here:
I will tell you the most striking finding of the day: staff had not considered the impact of the tides. They were so high that no one would have been able to “drain” off that water. I was asked, “is this because of the secondary dam?” No, I explained.
This is because of the moon.
Is it just me or are you getting a little apprehensive about what “emergency party” the city might decide to suddenly throw before the October 30th deadline? Councilman Ross may have been showing his hand a little when he cautioned that “because of EL NIÑO this year, we might need to make some compromises”. I shudder to think what they imagine we have left to compromise on, but I guess we should all pay very careful attention.
