…in the back yard of my in-laws, no less. Practically ‘downtown’ Victoria. It was a plump, medium sized black bear and he/she was just passing through from one yard to the next. Good to see ‘im. Sal and I have lived off the grid now for just about 15 years…..on a remote unserviced island up the coast….way, way, WAY out there…never once saw a bear.
It’s more of that rural exodus thing, if you ask me. Like coyotes at the golf course, raccoons in the backyard pool and eagles at the dump. Everyone wants a condo these days.
There are other things to worry about, other things to be happy about, other things….
Right now, naturally, we are wondering about life, death, getting old, doing things, NOT doing things….it’s a pensive time for us – for the family. We’ve had a loss.
If there is anything constant in the universe when something big happens to shake you up, it’s quilting. There is always quilting, it seems. It’s our ‘rock’, our foundation. It gives us a point of reference from which to see the world. For Sal it is a centering, calming thing. For me, quilting is the opposite, the sheer madness of it all. Randomness. Illogical. So, quilting is the yin for Sal, the yang for me. It proves unequivocally that we both see the universe through different lenses, eyeballs and grey matter. At least one of us has some grey matter. One of us is a whack-job. Sal says it’s me.
She could be right.
I hear the climate guys are ratcheting up the alarms. Seems we’re all gonna die. Soon. Climate change is gonna get us. They are now even saying that recent weather events are harbingers of things soon to come. Not long ago they would say, “Well, it’s weird weather. I’ll give you that. But you can’t call it climate change – not on any one event, you can’t. No single event is climate change.”
“NOW IT’S CLIMATE CHANGE!! NOW WE ARE GONNA DIE!!”
And, in the meantime, Trump wants more oil (we have pumped more oil in the last year than in any previous year in history). Trudeau, the environmental hypocrite extraordinaire, is pushing for the TransMountain pipeline and, of course, all the deplorables want more coal to be mined. So do the Chinese. And so it goes. Madness. Plain and simple.
But I am likely the whacko.
Brett Kavanaugh, on the other hand, got appointed to the Supreme Court.
Still, I am likely the whacko.
Here’s a thought that might not yet have crossed your mind……we have enough. That’s right, ‘we have enough’. In fact, we have so much of enough stuff that we leave working stuff on curbs for free take-away. There’s a small subculture of people who make a living recycling, re-purposing, refurbishing and re-selling all the ‘stuff’ people have thrown out. They sell that stuff to people who still want more stuff. Some people want so much stuff, they eventually become classified as hoarders. They pack-rat themselves up tight with stuff til they can’t move. Then, maybe, the local government carts all the crap away and the hoarder starts all over again. And, during that process, the re-purposers and re-sellers swoop in and recycle some of that hoarder’s stuff so they can sell it to other hoarder wannabees.
The new thought on this is: this phenomena is not a minor, eccentric thing anymore. It is not just a few people with a junk shop anymore. This is a full-on thing complete with travel routes, selling schedules, evaluation printouts and it includes ‘all the old familiar faces’. EVERY WEEK! Two maybe three times a week! On a good summer day, the subculture ‘hunts’ for three days and then cleans, glues and ‘merchandises’ their stuff for the next weekend. Doesn’t that kind of say ‘having enough’ is NOT the problem…maybe distribution or sharing is…?
Forgive me. Seems I am a whacko.
Well, partly, anyway. As you can see, I am now just topic-wandering…ruminating, reflecting, wondering where it is all headed. Loss of a family member does that, I guess. The real message here? How am I spending my time, limited as it is? Mind you, it’s all a wonder, really. Harder to understand all the time. I think that’s why the bear was such a treat to see. A bear snuffling through the back garden makes sense to me. The rest…? Not so much.