Mrs Widds is a Futher-Mucking Genius!… and Other Stuff

Thanks to a new and improved courier service, the new carburetor from the Zon.ca arrived on time. Mrs Widds promptly whisked out her wrench set and proceeded to render it unto the generator.

I barely had time to put my feet up with a well-deserved cuppa, (I had facilitated the purchase of carburetor, my work was done) when I heard the dulcet tones of an internal combustion engine roll gently across the lawn. (actually a mud-soaked swamp, because it’s now Autumn on Widder Island, and that means rain, rain, and more rain, easing to a drizzle, then more rain)

Yes folks, Mrs Widds is indeed the Champion Champion!!! (Champion, being the brand of our generator – I figure I can get away with calling her the ‘Champion Champion’ for another 4 or 5 hours, before I start getting the ‘look’)

Is this the 'look' you were, perhaps foolishly, referring to?

Is this the ‘look’ you were, perhaps foolishly, referring to?

-oOo-

Elsewhere in Widder Island, we await the result of our federal election, (voting was today, 21st of October) in which everyone and her dog has posited an opinion, but no-one actually has a clue how it’s all going to turn out.

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The first frosts of the season have come and gone and our garden didn’t fare well this year, not a bad crop of scarlet-runner beans …

The green one didn't want to get left behind

The green one didn’t want to get left behind

… but the real winner is, of course, the compost heap … we came across this strange wee beastie after the frost had turned a jungle of pumpkin-ish-looking leaves to slime …

Mysterious unknowable vegetable ... or is it?

Mysterious unknowable vegetable … or is it?

Does anyone of the gardener persuasion have any idea what this is? My suspicion is an unripe eggplant with separation issues, (not unlike the bean – could be a pattern developing here) judging from the seed pattern in the smaller one.

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And finally, this, from my friend the Arch-Druidess.

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In The Year 2525 …

 

… but lets not look that far ahead.

Lets just do ten years, 2029 …

The trickle of, ‘it’s worse than we thought’, reports of environmental crises, collapses, and catastrophes, that even now are an almost weekly occurrence, will have become a flood.

There will be good news too, of course there will, just as there is now, but not enough.

Not enough to ‘save the planet’ … ah, what a wonderful catchphrase that is, and not at all accurate. To paraphrase another song, ‘She’ got along without us before She met us, She’s gonna get along without us now’.

The trick will be, to save ourselves. Not just pockets of humans, here and there, but the whole damn human race, and to be quite honest we’re doing a really piss-poor job of it so far, and by 2029 we’ll have a really good idea of how piss-poor.

So, 10 years. I’ll probably still be alive, (I certainly hope so) and so will you, all things being equal, but what will our lives be like, I wonder.

Technology will help mitigate the effects, for some people, in some areas, but for the majority of the eight billion people around the world (and who knows how many billions more by 2029) there will be no help coming, no magic fix.

Even if every government and corporation currently in existence pooled all their resources (hah! Fantasy, that!) it still wouldn’t be enough to support the way of life we currently enjoy or aspire to. That threshold is already long gone, and by 2029? … ‘we’ll have to do what we can, with what we can create, with the resources available, in a way that is ethical, and feeds our Spirit

I challenge you to look beyond the ‘feel-good’ fluff, and the ‘we’re doomed’ scenarios, and decide, with your eyes open, how you are going to survive, and if you’re lucky, thrive, working in harmony with and supporting your environment, during the next ten years.

Let’s get together then, and talk about how we’re going to do the same for the next ten.

In the meantime …

In 2013 I had thyroid cancer, had surgery, and radiation therapy, and my cancer is no more. I now take Synthroid every day to stay alive. Without it my Death will be upon me in a matter of weeks, and I’m reliably informed it won’t be pretty.

I’m nobody famous, nor am I rich. in ten years I’ll be 71 years old, will life-saving drugs be available for the likes of me then?

That’s my worst-case scenario. I’ve walked up to it and smacked it around, and come to a negotiated peace with it. Anything back from that precipice is negotiable.

We, Mrs Widds and I, live on the outer edge of a flood-plain of a major river, a mere 45 meters (148 feet) above sea-level, on top of a series of fault lines that run the entire length of the Eastern Pacific Ocean, in one of the fastest growing population regions in the country.

So next year we’re moving to higher, less-crowded, ground.

I have a goodly number of transferable skills, (as does Mrs Widds) both physical and intellectual, high and low-tech, that will be useful in the coming years, and both Mrs Widds and I believe in having three layers of backups. Lets take electricity as an example: (everything in our little cottage is powered by electricity. In a blackout the water doesn’t flow and nothing works) 1st layer – connected to the power grid. 2nd layer – if the power goes out we have a generator. 3rd layer – if the generator breaks down/runs out of gas/petrol, we know how to make a rocket stove, candles, campfires, etc. We didn’t come by these resources and skills overnight. They’re a result of years of work and in some cases a lifetime’s experience.

I’ll let you how it goes.

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Speaking of the generator, it had a hissy fit the other day …

'I shan't start, and you can't make me'

‘I shan’t start, and you can’t make me’

… and decided not to work. Mrs Widds jumped into the fray, and with assorted wrenches …

Matt-black wrench set in the late afternoon sun

Matt-black wrench set in the late afternoon sun

… has determined that … well, we’re waiting on a new carburetor … I do love a woman who knows her way around her wrenches!

I also took advantage of the later afternoon sun to clean up our bicycles. Unfortunately I didn’t get past taking this photo before Stormy Weather showed up and rained on my parade.

Oooo, that's the bean pyramid in the background, now laid low by the first frost of the season a few days ago

Oooo, that’s the bean pyramid in the background, now laid low by the first frost of the season a few days ago

This is what it looked in peak greeness …

Should'a made it taller

Should’a made it taller

nd the Scarlet Climber eventually bloomed, scarlet

And the Scarlet Climber eventually bloomed, scarlet

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Some Days, This Is All You Need To Make It Better

35 years later and she’s still …

Have you ever …

… been so tired that you put your pants (trousers) on backwards and didn’t even notice until you were at Costco and tried to put you hand in your pocket to get your handkerchief and couldn’t find your pocket?

Nah, me neither!

Ah-haharrrrgh, Me Hearties. Guess What Today Is?

The Power of Dance

If you ever thought So You Think You Can Dance is just another ‘reality TV show, or ‘just anther dance competition’ … I beg to differ.

Watch this and tell me I’m wrong.

 

The Idiocy Of Daylight Saving Might Just End (but don’t hold your breath)

Earlier this year our province (British Columbia, Canada) sent out an online survey with a few questions regarding whether to ‘fall back/spring forward’, or not.

The whole ‘daylight savings’ thing is a bit nonsensical really. No daylight is ‘saved’ nor spent, it’s just that us humans have the opportunity to call the exact same 24 hours in a day, (23 hours, 56 minutes, and 4 seconds, actually) by different names and adjust our behaviours accordingly.

It was originally touted by, captains of industry who wanted to squeeze more work out of their employees, certain lads who wanted more ‘daylight’ to enjoy that final round of golf before retiring to the clubhouse for tiffin, and some bloke who got into a snit because he discovered the hoi polloi of London were indulging in summer siestas. (this is me, paraphrasing what Wikipedia¬†has to say)

It was not to be borne, I tell you! … something Had To Be Done!

And ‘done’ it was. Sad to say it was done here in Canada first. Not on my side of the Rockies I hasten to add, but in Ontario in 1908.

During the Great (and Horrible) War, a whole lot more countries imbibed, but most of them unimbibed soon after the leaders of the participating countries finally decided enough damage had been done and signed the Armistice.

Some countries, and states/provinces within countries, around the world did not.

Time Zone Map on Wikipedia by TimeZonesBoy - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

Light grey – used to but don’t anymore Dark grey – never did … Time Zone Map on Wikipedia by TimeZonesBoy – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

So, back to our survey … first of all, nearly 12 times the usual number of people responded, that tells you something right there … and 93% of us want to do away with daylight savings. (as reported by CBC)

Our glorious leader (Premier John Horgan)¬†will now go forth and, ‘… make a final decision about how to move forward …’ (emphasis mine)

Seems kinda obvious to me, but what do I know, I’m not a politician.