Rumor has it, I've lost my mind! Gone bonkers! Cracked up!
For some, there just doesn't seem to be any other explanation for my decision to leave the high-life on the left-coast behind, for a plot of untamed landscape in a back-water town where the post-mistress knows everyone by name.
I've already written about the urban-bias that paints those of us living in a bona fide green-space, as country-bumpkins, but I hardly expected my own family to join in the chorus calling for a rural purge.
I'll admit, the nearest Nordstrom is a ninety minute drive, and we now grab our go-cups from McDonald's rather than Starbuck's, but does my acceptance of these restrictions mean I'm slipping? Since when is sanity dependent upon geographic locale?
US researchers and scientists recreated the airborne pollutants that come from burning fossil fuels and the weathering of car parts and pavement, and exposed mice to the air for 15 hours per week over 10 weeks. The exposure resulted in "significant damage" to neurons involved in learning and memory, and "signs of inflammation associated with premature aging and Alzheimer's disease," were detected.
Dr. Finch conceded that more research is necessary to determine if the same effects could be seen in humans. "Of course this leads to the question, 'How can we protect urban dwellers from this type of toxicity?' And that's a huge unknown," Finch said.
Bad news for city mice, but seeming vindication for their long maligned country cousins. I think, for the time being, I'll worry a little less about what those city mice in So Cal think about my mental health. A few more trips up and down the freeway, and they'll forget all about me.
All photos by Mrs. Green Jeans, Farm Fresh Photography, 2011