My daughter Sarah, who we have not seen in almost a year, has navigated the highways and airways and airports between Fairbanks, Alaska and Salisbury, North Carolina — and is now home for a visit.
She’s presently taking a nap on our couch. It’s nice to have her home.
When I first saw her, it didn’t take but a few minutes before I said what I say almost every time I talk with her:
“Why don’t you move back here?”
I know she enjoys her life there, and the good work she does as an advocate for battered women. But is it a crime for a father to ask? It’s a long ways to Fairbanks, and we miss her.
This time, my timing was off. This afternoon, on September 24, it was 94 degrees.
“It’s too hot here,” she said.
She was sweating.
I had been out all day delivering papers, and I was pretty hot myself.
“This isn’t normal,” I said. “It’ll cool off in a few days.”
“You don’t believe in climate change?”
I told her that of course I believe in climate change (not because I know anything about it, but because I believe the scientists know what they’re talking about, and I’ve seen some of the evidence they’ve put forth).
“But this isn’t climate change,” I said. “This is weather.”
She said she flew over a lot of mountains that should have been snow covered that weren’t.
At one point, Sarah sent me a text message: “Aren’t you worried about us?”
“No,” I answered. “I worry about you in Fairbanks when it’s 40 below.”
This is not an exaggeration. I check the Fairbanks weather almost every day, and it’s not that unusual to see a high for the day at -20 and low of -40.
That worries me.
Thankfully, things are supposed to cool here off this weekend.
It’s great to have her home.