Egad

What can I say...
This has been a very very different kind of visit.
I have not traveled to see the friends I had planned to see, though I manged to meet my cousin and one good friend. I have been very careful about using a car, since discovering that my license expired on my birthday.  Friends will come to visit with me here.
And an angel has offered to take me to the airport.

My cousin is recovering well---although this means something different at 86 than at 69.
I am rediscovering how differently I have learned to live from the great majority of my relatives.
I'm no longer accustomed to processed foods.  I am spoiled by the availability, in Boulder, of good organic produce, and actually make most of my meals from it.  I am utterly spoiled by our proximity to Eldorado Springs, where I get all the cooking and drinking water.  I have neither seen nor heard so much TV for many many decades---or, since the last time I visited here.  I have managed to be doing other things, but there it is in the background...
Most of all, I have been seeing how the complexity and projected inconvenience of the small behaviors that make a difference to the wellbeing of our planet really present an insurmountable barrier to my family.  This is even so of the ones my own age and younger.  There is a sort of slip-sliding-away from facts that would require a change of thought processes or---worse---a change of habits.  I have a clearer picture of how such a large portion of our population, even very-decent-not-rapacious people, find it threatening to their sense of themselves and their culture to get serious about pesticides, about recycling, about waste.  Photographs notwithstanding, they refuse to believe that we are responsible for an island of plastic in the ocean.  They become sharply resentful when confronted with uncomfortable information that would strongly suggest a change of habit on their parts.  They are truly busy; but still...
It's pretty frightening, and terribly sad.  They love their children and grandchildren dearly; and they will not allow themselves to hear the extent to which their choices have narrowed the possibilities of bequeathing them a viable world.  They strongly resent being asked to relinquish a great deal of convenience for ambiguous ends.

Meanwhile, my laptop is having its own conniption fits, and may or may not consent to send this out tonight.  Has a saint of electronic devices emerged?
Good night...