Can somebody find a new word/s for climate change

I'm over it...I mean the two words!

Can someone, please, come up with a new word or words?

Please....I'm not a disbeliever. I'm just sick and tired of every person, whether they believe or not that they are an expert, keeps banging on the same "Climate Change" theme...

Please...Please someone, come up with a new term for Mother Nature, than, dread I say it, climate change?

Now, maybe I'm the only person game enough to stick my neck out and say this.

I'm not suggesting for one moment that all the doomsayers, experts or not, are wrong.

I'm just asking for a new description of what the planet Earth's climate is or isn't doing.

We were brought up with the knowledge that "Mother Nature" changed from second to second, day to day, month to month, year to year, centuries, millennium.

As children we were told to speak when we were spoken too, and keep in sight, but no sound.

My dad used to say " Eyes and ears open, mouth shut - sawn wood, and understand with your elbows".

It was a timber cutter's term no doubt, especially for the poor bugger down in the pit, but Dad's advice has been precious for decades of my life and have kept me out of trouble.

But, now I'm past 70 years of age, and whether I should know better or not, I'm prepared to say what I think and believe.

So, how about a new meaning for our changing climates, albeit in these times, or past several centuries of industrial revolution.

What about "Natural Evolution"?

That has a nice ring to it.

I wonder whether the group, while sipping their gin and tonics in the Wentworth Hotel cocktail bar thought of using that expression while contemplating their report emphasising climate change.

There would, however, be people who say it can't be "natural" evolution because humans made the changes that made the climate to change. And I agree with that.

I just want a new name... Anything but Climate Change!

Oh, I just experienced another shudder as I wrote those dreadful "CC" words.

Christmas Day is possibly the most enjoyable day of the year as most of us spend with family, mainly.

Well, those of us who are so lucky to still have family.

But as the John O'Brien poem about the significance of Christmas Day cites, it means a lot of things to everybody.

Not the least the tall young fellow at confirmation time at an outback bush school visited by the Bishop.

When asked the significance of Christmas, they young lad jumped to his feet with a burst on intelligence sprouting "It's the day before the races at Tangmalangaloo".

Same may be said for the Wellington Boxing Day races, but in my town it is really a day of relaxation with family and friends after the frenzy and excitement of Christmas Day and the longish lead up to the celebrations.

It's also a brag day for some.

The first chance to air out the many gifts received the day before.

In my case it's the first chance to don my new shirt, or socks, or hankies, and show them off to friends who do the same.

Last year it was the great swim boardshorts, the year before the flamingo shirt I wasn't allowed to have, but one worn by my mate Tony Inder.

This year it's going to be the cactus shirt and banana socks. Oh yeah!

We laugh at each other, buy each other a beer or whatever, and tease about the mad or odd gear "fashions" sprouted on the day.

Time for just enjoying the day. Time away from the madding crowd, and a bet on a nag from one of many tips, or just following your favourite jockey - in Wellington it's the town's son, Greg Ryan, a champion in more ways than one, and a gentleman to boot.

Missing a Sydney Royal Show didn't phase me at all.

I've been to most since I was selling Farmer and Settler newspapers at the old Moore Park showground from when I was 7.

Then Country Life, which I joined as a Christmas holiday job as office boy in November 1965, straight out of school.

Our class was the guinea pig year of the Wyndham Scheme which kept young people at school for an extra year, as most young people saw it as.

There were several years I missed Sydney Royal when running the pub at Wellington, but enjoyed being asked to be the Australian Hereford Society's official photographer at the last Hereford judging at Moore Park, then the following year, the first showing at the new Homebush affair.

Merino ewe competitions have always been an enjoyment and a opportune time to catch up with a lot of mates.

I nearly said "old mates", but as we are, I didn't want to offend anyone. lol.

With COVID-19 came the forced work from home. It was a damn pain at first, but now I don't care if a never see another workmate in the flesh again.

Not really, but you do get used to working at home. It's quieter, and you can turn your phone off if you like and no one will notice while you bash out another story without interference.

Who would have thought 12 months ago, you'd communicate via laptop with all work colleagues over a video-chat each morning in an editorial meeting. That used to be an individual phone chat with the editor, maybe twice a week, or several emails.

Covering bull and ram sales was also certainly different.

I wonder if the late David Wright of Wallamumbi fame ever fully envisaged the substantial amount of computer selling that he and others' visions of the computer marketing system has produced as the "baby", AuctionsPlus, brought forward due to Covid-19.

Annual field days were another of the regular fixtures that were cancelled.

So, I wish all readers and friends a very Merry Christmas and a happy, healthy and prosperous 2021.