The Running Of The Ducks

Just another workday at a winery in South Africa.

The winery? …Vergenoegd Lȍw Wine Estate.

The Workforce? … Pest Control and Fertilization at the same time …

 

They are well treated and when their ready to retire they are moved to an island on the property where they live their lives out in peace.

A bit more info from the Atlas Obscura article that arrived in my email in-box this morning… and the winery website.

… and another video … because we all need more Indian Runner Ducks in our lives today…

 

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May these times pass us by unscathed, but if by chance we are scathed, may we live to tell the tale, because such tales as these need to be told.

Rage … and …

Listening to the CBC news today (Monday 23rd March, 2020) – Our (Canadian) Prime Minister Justin Trudeau  – (to paraphrase) ‘Stay home voluntarily, or we will make you,’ – sounding a lot like a benevolent yet stern patriarch admonishing his errant children. Sanctimonious bastard.

(I get that the threat needs to be there to wake up the last of the scared, the panicked, the downright ijits, I do)

But … that this wasn’t done weeks ago enrages me. That governments the world over have not acted proactively, enrages me. That hundreds of thousands of people WILL DIE unnecessarily because of these things, enrages me.

That healthcare workers are begging anyone, any institution, who has Personal Protective Equipment (masks, gloves, etc) to donate it to them, (and that this wasn’t mandated weeks ago) enrages me.

I have entire pages on how humanity, institutions, governments, businesses, have consistently and willfully ignored the information that WAS THERE FOR ALL TO SEE over the last three months, and that enrages me.

Going to scream into a pillow for a moment … be back in a little while …

-oOo-

…. the storm of my rage, at least this wave, has passed.

I have many, many, more pages of the beautiful things individual people have done for each other over the last three months.

Rhetorical question – When did ‘governing’ go from FOR the people, to OVER the people? … it probably occurred at the same time the ‘people’ decided they didn’t want to be responsible for the consequences of their own actions.

Either way, there’s not a government left in the world that’s worth fighting for, or dying for.

I know there are good people within all governments, trying their damnedest to make a difference …. just like there were people on the Titanic trying their best to make a difference, but no matter what they did the ship still sank. The good people saved a few more lives, and other good people (or the ones who has the most money to lose – sometimes a bit of both) shifted the circumstances that set up the situation in the first place, a little …while a few other people figured out how they could get around the shifted circumstances and behave just as they had before.

I’m not asking you to start a revolution, well not all of you anyway, but when ‘things’ go back to ‘normal’ (even though that ‘normal’ is gone for ever for all of us – and was never real in the first place) remember this ‘Time of the Plague’ and do your damnedest to shift the circumstances that caused it in the first place.

Tell me, what are you going to do?

Staying Sane, And Finding Hope, In The Time Of The Plague

Yesterday I wrote this …

Yes, it is a plague, only we don’t call it that anymore do we? Far too many dire associations.

But aren’t times dire?

As more and more of the world, the global connectivity, shuts down, more countries shut their doors, and any ‘official’ number of cases need to be multiplied by a factor of ten to come anywhere near a realistic number, the word ‘dire’ comes more and more to mind.

… and that’s as far as I got.

I was planning on deconstructing the concept, and bring out the ‘hope’ in the title of this post, but one minute I was sitting at my computer writing, and the next I was sitting in the glorious sunshine in our backyard (sunshine at last!) sobbing my heart out.

I broke, no lasting damage done, but I broke.

And it’s not that I haven’t been looking after myself both physically and emotionally, but it wasn’t enough without something to empty my full-to-the-brim-with-emotions, heart.

Sometimes you have to sit in the sunshine and cry, big diaphragm-ache-inducing tears.

At some point it will happen to you too, if it hasn’t already, and that’s a good thing. We can’t go around feeling like an exposed and raw nerve forever.

Chuck Wendig wrote in his latest post, ‘…We’re all in mourning from the death of normalcy…’ In his wonderful Chuck Wendig way, he spells it out so clearly, that he’s feeling, ‘… definitely, absolutely, unfuckwithably not okay…’  Go read the whole piece, it’s worth it.

After yesterday my chest doesn’t feel as though it’s going to crack under the strain. I’ve been weeping on and off since then, at the oddest things, so that I smile as I weep. (I’ll be OK, just not quite yet)

Point in case, cats and dominos …

Now That The W.H.O (World Health Organization) Has Stated The Obvious …

What has actually changed in our lives?

The virus has still been out in the world since at least early January. Panic-buying toilet paper is still a thing. People are still dying, sadly. Others are still recovering, an impressive 80-88% of them, and some are not even feeling ill.

World governments will probably/hopefully now institute the measures that needed to have been in place from the beginning.

This virus still remains something that we as a species have never been exposed to before, but as climatic regions continue to be in flux there will be a great many things we will encounter that will challenge us equally. The impact of those challenges will depend on how we choose to engage with them.

So, for this one, don’t breathe on more people than necessary and don’t let ’em breathe on you. Do the social distancing tango and wash your hands regularly. Check on your neighbours, from a distance, and make sure they’re doing OK. Nothing fancy, just a ‘Hi, how are you doing?’ will suffice.

Many thanks to Dr John Campbell for his daily, factual, no-nonsense, updates.

Stay informed, and stay safe, my friends.

This is Dr Campbell’s latest video.

I Read A Book Last Night

I know! Wild, huh?

It wasn’t anything special, a ‘soft SF’ – meaning a story set in a science-fictionalised universe, but focusing on the characters and not so much on technology, or ‘hard SF’. (a broad description of the two terms but accurate enough for my purpose) – but I enjoyed it … and that got me to thinking.

Since my ‘unmotivation singularity’ epiph, (which is the past-tense-adjective-dangling-participle-with-a-side-order-of-curds-and-whey-broken-motivator, of ‘epiphany’) I’ve been focused on The Wunder-Lusters stuff, and Corvid-19-proofing our home/lives as much as I can. It’s not that I expect to catch the virus, or die if I do, it’s more that I don’t trust my species not to act like chooks with their heads cut off in the coming few months and thereby spreading the little greeblies far further, and swifter, than they otherwise might get.

One human = perfectly sane (relatively speaking) … a gaggle of humans = a fear-filled, out-of-control mob. Not always, of course, but far more often throughout our bloodied history than probably any of us are comfortable acknowledging.

Anyway, back to my epiph … because I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of reading words on a page, all lined up in a comprehendable  (t’is too a real word … now) and pleasing-to-the eye, order, I felt the stirrings of a desire to get back to my own comprehendable, and pleasing-to-the eye, ordering of words upon a page.

So come Monday there shall be great loin-girding here upon Widder Island, and writing of my books shall recommence!

-oOo-

And for those of you who missed out on the truly spectacular magnificence that was The Far Side, fear not, for his Eternal Magnificence, Gary Larson, has consented to bring back his Good Works and display them online … every day … for free.

My favourite one ever, (I’m eagerly waiting for it to show up in the daily selection) is of a bunch of animals, including a giraffe, riding along in a convertible. (just go with it) The animal driving sees a low clearance bridge ahead and yells to the others, “Duck!” … The giraffe looks up, and, of course, says, “Where?” An old joke but in Gary’s hands, a work of art.

Go forth, oh Fallen Acolytes, and rejoice again! … seriously, if you love slightly twisty, frequently insanely twisty, yet brilliant ‘toons, go check out The Far Side.

Ode To A Fallen Comrade

 

I loved you, perhaps more than I should,

But  never held back my praises.

After long years of service to kith and to kin,

Your fate now, is pushing up daisies.

Alas good friend, sturdy and true,

Of stout and ample girth.

Your brittle exterior and mottled interior,

Shall soon return to the earth.

T’was not by malice that brought you undone,

Nor the cruel hand of fate, serendip.

But a flaw, long hidden, a crack in your side,

Opened you up from handle to lip.

And now that you’re broken, no matter how hard I try,

Not with glue nor duct tape can you be mended.

Like egg-shells and snowflakes adrift in the void,

This incarnation of yours, is now ended.

Which isn’t to say you’ll not live again,

After all, we’re all made of celestial stuff.

So Bon Voyage, my companion, honest and true,

Time to rest, you’ll be reborn, soon enough.

 

Fare-you-well, Little Brown Jug

Fare-you-well, Little Brown Jug

ARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

My computer is too old and too slow to open up Shotcut – my video editing software of choice. (after exhaustive researchings across the eleventy-gazillion dimensions of the interwebz) This I discovered after installing and uninstalling the software, successfully I might add, eleventy-gazillion times in a futile effort to get the damn thing to open.

Apparently my computer doesn’t ‘do’ 64 bits.(I have no idea what 64 bits is except that its double the humble 34 bits that are currently residing somewhere inside its hard-drive)

Mrs Widds computer, which is eleventy-gazillion generations younger than mine, was successful in both installing and opening the software!

“Eureka!” I hear you cheer … “No,” I riposte.

Mrs Widds computer, heretofore refuseth-ed to commune with my iPhone, (generation 5s – I know, I know, there’s a theme going on here) upon which I have extensively trained myself to take videos with. (Not having an actual dedicated video camera to do the deed with, I foolishly believed that because my phone successfully uploaded videos to my computer, it would be able to do unto Mrs Widds computer the same thing too)

I herewith tender my resignation to the Wednesday the 26th’s Center of Operations for the night!!!

So there …

Pouty McPout-face

Pouty McPout-face

… and I’m going to sleep until it’s tomorrow, and start all over again.

(I’m nowhere as cute as this little baby fox … which if memory serves me right, is one of Chuck Wendig’s family of foxes from last year, who raised their kits near his house, and he took many, many, way-too-cyoot photos of the younglings)