So, old guys, eh? Loners, grumpy, ugly, anti-social…what’s there to like?
Well, if we are talkin‘ the old guys themselves, there is not too much. Trust me. I know some of ’em. Turns out, I am one. Yuck!
‘Cept that ‘loner’-thing kinda keeps us hidden from view and, as a rule, we don’t tend to get as regularly underfoot as say, bookclub members or visitors or young people…ya know? I mean, there’s a lot to be said for some old dude hidin’ out in the forest who knows how to do stuff but doesn’t wander into the general marketplace of life very often. He’s kind of a hidden natural resource. Think Yoda.
OK, Shrek is close enough.
But, if we’re talkin’ about being one of them old guys, well, that’s another perspective altogether. Being an old recluse is a recipe for personal bliss. ‘Specially, if you got a workshop and a beautiful, sweet wife who can cook as a bonus package. Then? Well, then it just doesn’t get any better. Shrek and I are both very lucky but I am the luckier of the two (have you seen Fiona?!).
As you can tell, you prescient ones, this is a slightly-late Thanksgiving blog. It’s the end of the harvest season and, although we still reap and pay at Save-On, harvest at Costco, we still put away stores for the winter and we tend to hunker down some. Now and then.
I.e: the fire is on every day now.
We got it partly right again and it was a bountiful, happy year for us. And next year promises to be even better when the greenhouse comes on line. We are thankful. I am very, very thankful. It was a very good year and our cups runneth over.
So do the freezers. We got stuff. Lots of stuff. Frozen stuff. And we are getting to that time of year when the sun don’t shine and we have crap stuffed in dark places (freezers). That means less electricity and inevitable thawing. Or running the genset. Or eating a lot of frozen stuff. We are opting for eating our way out of this problem and then shutting off the summer electrical powered freezer.
Now there’s an OTG tactic I never considered – seasonal freezer use skillfully timed to coincide with depleting food levels. Timing, they say, is everything.
Actually, timing is more than everything, it is critical to survival. We are running out of fuel and, even though we are pretty frugal in that department, we still rely heavily on a small amount of gasoline for boats and gensets – especially in the winter. And this month, we are cutting it a bit too fine. Fuel barge comes in a week. We have three to four days of normal-use fuel left but, with care, we will make it. I may look around for an extra tank. I hate seeing the bottom of tanks.
Our summer friends are back in the city dealing with lawn care, doctors, socializing, visiting, Film Festival, bills, traffic, neighbours, rules, Starbucks and forced exercise regimes not to mention strata council meetings, parking, shopping and maybe even working still. If not working then providing free day care for their working children. Then there’s the doctor’s appointments that result from the first doctor’s appointments mentioned in sentence one. Specialists, don’t you know? Home, boat and car maintenance. And the list goes on.
Well, not out here. Out here it is quiet. Sally quilts. I look at Honda repair manuals. Scotch and Netflix follows a fabulous day and even better dinner. It would almost be hard to be grumpy if it weren’t bred so deep into the older male’s DNA.
Nature knows what it is doing.