From good ol’ Sherlock Holmes: lack of evidence when there should be some is still some kind of evidence….Sherlock pointed out that the dog NOT barking in the night was an indication that the thief was known to the dog and therefore the suspect list in the case of the horse being stolen was narrowed. In the same way, we are learning about our life off the grid…………….OK…..it is a bit of a stretch but bear with me.
We found that our lifestyle changed living feral and reported the changes in the blog over the last few years as we became aware of them. Basically it was comparing rural to our former urban.
But, by coming to the city and living urban, it has been revealed other changes that are now seen from the opposite perspective. Now we are comparing rural to urban from the urban perspective.
For instance; I was shocked to find myself filling the tank of the old Pathfinder five times already! We have been here just over two weeks and I have spent a minimum of $300 on gasoline! That takes five months to do up in fantasy land.
I won’t describe again the monstrous amount of time wasted in traffic getting anywhere but I can add that, despite vast square miles of commercial and industrial sprawl we still seem to have to drive half way across the metropolis to get something relatively ordinary. Seems odd to me, anyway. It is not like I am trying to build a heavy water nuclear reactor or anything. My goals are modest. Take a tool in for repair, find a welding helmet, that sort of thing…………and I went to Richmond and Burnaby to do that. Started out full of gasoline, filled up when the day was done. Crazy.
Here’s one: it is significantly more dry. When we live at home (same basic climate) we live outside and we live on the water. Our heat is derived from the wood stove. We are ‘moist’. But down here we have a ‘modern’ heat source, we are back from the sea and the building is ‘temperature controlled’. As a result of this minor change, both Sal and I are noticing how dry everything is. Static-y, too. We are ‘dry’.
Don’t see many bugs either.
Already watching more TV.
That one is not fair as an example urban/rural comparison ’cause, in theory I could have a workshop here and be doing chores and building sheds and reverting to my new-old ways but I don’t have my tools, I don’t have a shop and most of my projects are home related so there is no point to trying to do that down here. ‘Pass me the remote, sweetie’. Bottom line: I am watching more TV!
And I could go on. But I won’t. ‘Nuff said ’bout that. You folks already know the city.
So, I’ll end with a tie-in to the dog not barking in the title above………………….our dogs aren’t barking! Firstly, they can’t really bark as they were larynx-lasered by the breeder when they were young so that they would ‘show’ well and not be heard. A crime, we think. But Fid has half of his voice and he is our alarm system up the coast. He ‘owns’ the ten or so acres of space around our home and he sees and notifies us of any changes or trespass.
Not here. Down here, he has staked out a ‘dog’s territory’ around the yard but has become so used to the comings and goings of strangers (the trades engaged in the renovations) he barely looks up. It is the equivalent – literally – of him saying, “pass the remote sweetie.”