The thing is, there ain’t no middle ground up here!

No, I don’t mean ‘middle-of-the-road’.  And I don’t mean ‘mean’ (as in average kinda).  I mean that, if you live feral, you are either outside-and-in-the-present-moment or else you are inside and thinking globally most of the time.  I do, anyway.

It may not be too healthy.  I am trying to figure that out.

We ‘do’ house and garden, of course.  We ‘do’ boats.  And we ‘do’ small community once in awhile.  We know how to talk and walk in the here and now.  But we don’t ‘do’ middle-sized community (including Quadra Island) except rarely and we don’t do large community (including Campbell River and/or Strathcona) at all.  Nor do we ‘do’ regional (Vancouver Island or Gulf of Georgia) or even very often, provincial – except at elections.  We are tiny-minded or globally-minded as a general rule.  We just don’t do middle very often.

Well, I don’t, anyway.

And that explains, in part, the inconsistency of my blog.  It started out as a daily journal of our living and learning up the wild BC coast.  And I try to stay on that theme as much as possible.  But, as we gained some comfort in our surroundings, as we increased our competence living rural, as we progressed towards an equalibrium of sorts, we naturally sought to look a bit past ourselves.   We looked outward again.  It’s only natural.

And naturally, the first direction in which one looks is where others around us were looking and so we, too, began the process of learning about fish farms, oil pipelines, local economic indicators and that sort of thing.  Of course, the view eventually expands to include climate change and world politics……and…….well………….eventually I found myself writing about Syria one day, squirrels the next.  The credit default mortgage schemes that catalyzed global economic chaos on Monday and going to town to do some shopping on Wednesday.

Like I said; there just isn’t much middle ground.

And there should be.  Why isn’t there?

For instance – we should be thinking provincially and federally at least once in awhile.  Don’t you think?  But the province is currently in hiding hoping that the collateral damage left behind by the previous despot will blow over before the next election.  They are keeping a low profile as well they should.  They should be trying to officially change their names, if you ask me!  And the Feds are naturally zenophobic, agorophobic and homophobic anyway.  They are as visible as the proverbial groundhog in February.  Our federal rep is a ghost, a mere hint of a person who, when seen can be easily seen through.  We’re talking walkin’ onion skin here.

Harper was apparently sighted in Hawaii last week.  That fits.

So, anyway.  I started to think BIG while looking for medium.  Sorry.  I just spent an hour writing about the money supply.  No, not mine.  I can cover that in a nano-second.  No, I was writing about M1, M2, M3 ad nauseum all the way over to the Euro and what it will all mean in the future.  Big picture stuff, ya know?   As if I had a clue………..

Sally interrupted.  “Did you pay John for the loaf of bread?” 

“Huh?  Unh, no.  Forgot.  You goin’ over?”

“Yeah.  No worries.  I’ll settle up.  What you writin’ about this time?”

“Unh….well, M1, M2, M3 and such, ya know?  The money supply.  I gotta world economic theory I am messin’ with.  Thought I’d share it on the blog.”

“Sweetie.  You didn’t even manage to cover the lousy few bucks we owed John.  Don’t you think you might be a smidge underqualified for waxing philosophic about the world’s money supply?”

“Yeah.  I guess.  Think they wanna hear some more about the ravens?”