Critical mass

General level of anxiety rising, as it seems the world is edging into wars over resources. My dad used to talk about this decades ago, how if humans reproduced madly, overpopulating the planet, that eventually they would fight over food, water, and raw materials. Moderation and conservation were his standards. Oddly enough, as much as he could get honked off and go on a rant about something, he was always calm and measured when he talked about the possible dark ending of this planet. He wasn't very optimistic about the scenario being averted by reasonable human behavior, but he didn't appear to be frightened by it. There may have been remarks to the effect that my generation could get things headed in a better direction. Glad old dad isn't around to see how some of us fifty-somethings fumbled that option.
Pleasant evening with friends at a belated birthday barbeque. Many plans for kayaking and hiking this summer discussed. Here's to good weather.