Hah! Knee good enough to test. So, I am going back to work today. On the edge of your seat, are ya? I am excited to get back at it.
Sal-the-Intrepid tripped up and down the stream four or five times this week to sort out the water system. It was not flowing. But now it is. Her chore included boating into the bay, hiking up and down the half-kilometer distance, cutting plastic pipe, attaching fittings under ice-cold water and clambering all over the hill checking for leaks and pressure. The hike is steep and heavily overgrown. Sal’s visiting sister, Mary, accompanied her once. “It was an adventure!” Sal carries a pack-sack full of tools and bits. It’s hard work. So, she gets lots of points just for effort. Results garners hugs and kisses and extra man-cooked-dinners (burnt, raw, weird). Mind you, her points balance reads like Bill Gate’s bank balance. She’s got points up the wazoo. I would have to cook and do dishes for 100 years.
My balance? I am in the red (both types of accounts). Oh well, one of us has to be the good guy.
Book 2 has – on the back cover – the exclamation: “Get out! Get out now!!” I am basically saying, “The cities are getting less and less livable all the time. Some are positively dangerous. Some are war-zones. Why do it? Why stay there? Why live to work rather than work to live? Or, worse, have to work just to survive and barely accomplish that? Why not seek out an alternative?”
For those of you who live in Vancouver – look at Surrey. Look at Fentanyl. Look at the cost of living. Look at the gangs. Look at the despair. And Vancouver is peaceful and safe compared to many. For those of you who live in San Salvador, look through the barbed wire and barred windows of your home to the ten foot wall surrounding you. You folks have waited too long. The rest of the world’s cities are somewhere between those two examples and they are all are too crazy for me.
If you choose NOT to look at the actual terror attacks in London, look instead at the massive and quick police response time. Even tho one of the forces in play is the good guys, do you really want to be walking in some urban park with your kids as the police seek out and deliver a rapid fire response to knife wielding terrorists? What if you chose to wear a colour that night that was the same as the terrorists? What if you had a dark complexion? What if the uniformed ‘roid-nut with the automatic rifle is just NOT that good at the job?
I was reminded of my own words (Get out!) reading about the latest London attack. The police were yelling at the public and bystanders, “Get out! Run like hell!” I dunno about you, but I would be running without the need for instructions and further, I would run to the realtors the next day and put my Canary Row condo on the market with the heading, ‘OWNER MOTIVATED’.
I am not the only one who hears the deep, indistinct rumble in the background. Am I?