A reader: “Are you OK? It’s been six days since you last blogged!”
Answer: “Really? That long? Not much to say, I guess. But thanks for the prompt.”
Which is not entirely true. I always have something to say. But right now all that I would have to say is ranting. And people don’t like that. Even I don’t.
Rant #29: Syria worries me. But Harper worries me more. Harper may commit Canada to a war in Syria. And Harper may do that without even having a conversation about it in parliament. Stephen (the) King may just rule us into a massive tar baby. He is proroguing parliament again and consulting only back room boys. Another horror novel. Great!
Yeah, I know...’for evil to be done, good people only have to do nothing’. From the Holocaust to Rwanda. From our aboriginals to Wiebo Ludwig, we Canucks have a pretty good track record of doing nothing. Canada is often evil in it’s absentia.
But sometimes, taking time for second thoughts is a good idea. This may be one of those times. I think it is.
And this rant is about exactly that. This is mostly about reacting to unproven political claims. And, worse, there seems to be an impatience to getting involved without waiting to have those claims substantiated by neutral UN investigators who are in the process of doing that job! It just smells. It stinks, really. Canada, the Johnny-come-lately of politics, is hot to trot!
Methinks something is in it for Harper.
And that is why I haven’t written. That little rant above has little to do with living off the grid.
But this does:
We have guests of course. Our current guest is an old friend. Haven’t seen him for years. We barely recognized each other at the ferry pick-up. Two old guys staring at one another to be sure if the person was who we thought they were.
He’s a committed city guy. Invested heavily there. In every way. But, as he is getting on too, starting to weary of the grind. Wondering what comes next. Looking around to see what others have done. That was the main reason for this visit. It is a reconnoiter for the soul. His. Friendship counts, of course, but more importantly, we had embarked on a bigger leap in retirement than most and were worth a visit for that reason alone.
His eyes bugged out!
Mind you, everyone’s eyes are bugged out the first day. It is all so ‘different’ from urban living, the conversation often turns to what similarities there are. “Sheesh, this is hardly wilderness living, is it? I mean, you have a freezer, dry wall, milk for your tea and OMYGAWD! You even have a large flat screen to watch movies! Holy! I kinda expected bears and outhouses, ya know?”
“We got bears.”
Eyes bugging out, looking around the property quickly, “Where? Where?”
“They come down in late fall to the local orchards. Some of our neighbours have bears in the garden every year.”
“Do they come here?”
“No. We don’t have an orchard.”
“Wow! Geez, I really like the rocks, too. Weird, eh? And I really like your site. Perched on big granite. Cool. Would it be safe in an earthquake? And the view! Geez, I really like the view. Boats. Eagles. That’s pretty neat. How long could you live out here without having to go to the store?”
And so it goes for awhile. I enjoy it. I like to describe our life out here. I like to show people. It’s always fun. But I have to watch what I say. I am a bit of a preacher by nature. And now that I have discovered nature, I find myself preaching. “Yeah. You should consider chucking it all in and buying a splitting maul and moving out here.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh……I dunno about that….ya know…..no Starbucks. My life is back there, ya know? I like my work. And Peggy likes her routines, you know. She’s got her life there, too. And she doesn’t like bears. Or the water. I don’t think this is the kind of place for her. She likes to shop. We aren’t like you guys. I don’t think we could do it.”
I used to argue that we are indeed like each other and that they could, in fact, do it but that was not the real discussion. Not really. Mostly they were here for perspective gathering. We were visited to dispell the notion of going feral rather than to confirm it. People come to see us and feel good but they feel even better going back home. That is the role we play. That is the way it is.
And we have come to accept that. We are simply one of the boundaries from which one bounces back toward the middle.