by PhebaAndThePilgrim » Tue 04 Oct 2005, 09:55:42
Good Day From Pheba From the Farm:
My mental state?
Oh goodness. How do I describe this.
I have Lupus. A person with lupus is suppossed to avoid stress.
I usually do a pretty good job of keeping lupus at bay, and staying cool.
That being said, I have what I can only describe as a constant low level hum in my subconscious. Even when I am not aware of peak oil, I am aware.
I try to remove it by living my life, enjoying myself, coping.
The hum is there, low level, existant, all around me.
I see gas prices, the hum rises in pitch. I work at the food bank, and see people begging not only for food, but for a bit of "gas money", the pitch rises. I see cues and hints all around me, and the pitch rises yet again.
As some of you may know, I was going to teach a class on oil at our local vo-tech center.
I found out yesterday that the class was cancelled due to lack of interest.
Sorry folks, but they are sheeple. They are reality tv watching, cell phone yacking, totally clueless, lets go shopping, economists say everything will be fine, sheeple.
They are McMansions buying, SUV driving, debt ridden, clueless idiots.
They are wasteful, shamefully wasteful, Swiffer wet mop wasteful scum. They mock our only sensible president as the "cardigan doctrine" president.
They are cynical, smart ass sarcastic morons., and I wash my hands of them.
My husband and I have now decided to prepare, hunker down, and do the best we can.
Disrespect? Respect is not a gift, respect is a reward.
These fools don't deserve a reward. They deserve what is coming to them.
I attended a sustainability fair on Saturday and set up a peak oil booth.
The response to peak oil was good but hubby and I were preaching to the choir.
There were several biodiesel vehicles and two electric cars that looked like golf carts.
The folks involved were so egocentric that they could not make a connection as to how everybody else could afford the vehicles, or find the fuel.
The EROEI formula did not seem to make any sense to them and they blew it off.
They waxed eloquent on ethanol and biodiesel.
The only person with any sense was the key note speaker.
A Mr. Murphy. He spoke about conservation.
My mental state. I am frustrated, and somewhat concerned, but have had to stop worrying because it causes lupus flares.
I am preparing by reducing electricity use,
learning to store and rotate large amounts of food. (I buy bulk from a co-op, and we raise a lot of our own food).
Hubby and I are going to be attending a bio-intensive gardening workshop.
I have reduced my medication needs to just one prescription, and a lot of natural stuff.
I feel better on the natural stuff.
I cook all of my food from scratch, and have little reliance on ready to cook.
We do not eat out very often.
I play Nintendo.
Yep, I'm 50, and I love Zelda and Metroid.
Pheba
One of the hardest things for me to give up was my dryer. I love fluffy dry laundry. But, after hubby put up a wonderful set of clotheslines I find that for the most part I prefer air dried laundry. Our country air makes the sheets and towels smell divine. No fabric softener on the planet can match that smell. The only thing I prefer tossed in the dryer, my nightgowns. I find them to be a bit scratchy when line dried. But, I toss them just for a few minutes, then hang them up wet, and they dry soft.
My one energy weakness, hot water!. With lupus, nothing is better than a good hot soak. I take a lot of baths. We heat our hot water with wood, but I am still wasting resources.