rising fears and rising tides…

The weather is changing, it has been cooler in the evening the last couple of weeks, it rained once and now it is scheduled to rain for a few days, I am not ready to give summer up but it is sweatshirt weather, time for hoodies and maybe wearing socks, who knew? Well let’s be honest here, everybody knew, it’s the inevitability of the seasons changing and nothing staying the same. The big question these days though is how extreme will those seasonal changes be?

The pandemic has been one aspect of the ever changing scene here on the compound, we live outside the least vaccinated city in the great state of Oregon, fair dues it is a very small city and very rural, if only 20 miles or so south of Portland. It is a city renowned for civic duty, in fact during last years fires the inhabitants were celebrated for helping fire crews and in fact running their own citizen led crew. The other side of that is it is a very Trump oriented population as well which has emphasized how the Trump world has effectively managed to not only get people to vote against their own best interests but now make health decisions agains their own interest and their relatives. This is the dialectic we are all dealing with it seems, actively working against our own best interests, health wise, tax, wise and politically, while espousing civic duty as a value is the new normal.

So we all sit here on our property trying to figure out how to grow vegetables in winter, maybe some chickens and how to ford the creek. It also seems somewhat sensible to keep our values and ideals a little quieter than we are used to in order to feel a bit safer. It is strange in the land of the free to feel so constrained by your own beliefs. We live at the bottom of the hill and I get a little twinge of fear as the big dual axle diesel trucks rev their engines before the climb, there is no real reason beyond machismo for this, it is the same feeling I get as I drive by the house festooned with Trump 2024 flags or the relentless flag wave at the main intersection in town. This weekend while driving home there was a truck honking it’s horn, we had three sheets of ply wood on the roof and I thought the load had shifted and started to slow down and pull over when my son pointed to the flag waving throng at the intersection and I realized what was happening and pulled back into traffic. My heart rate had risen at the thought of the load moving and then it rose again at the open carrying flag wavers on the street.

Isn’t it enough, pandemic, fires, storms and heat?

Well at least Syd has a new shelter, better than the tarp city we used to build every few months.

3 thoughts on “rising fears and rising tides…

  1. I worry for our American friends as common sense abandons the process and the ouroboros of political posturing dilutes and mishandles the point of it all as it slides sideways. “It is strange in the land of the free to feel so constrained by your own beliefs.” Indeed. Concise and true. We have it here in Canuckland too, though I haven’t seen any flag-waving in my town… yet. Makes me think of a line from a Sinead O’Connor song, “these are dangerous days, to say what you feel is to dig your own grave.” She was talking about Thatcher’s England, but if you never learn from history… Stay strong, brother.

  2. “Civic minded” but won’t get a shot to protect their neighbors. “Patriotic” but won’t get a shot to help save the country’s economy. It’s all bullshit. After a couple of run-ins with the open carry crowd two summers ago, I steer clear. Intimidating their opponents into silence is about the most unamerican thing I can think of, but my days of telling them that are over. No minds will be changed and it’s too freaking dangerous.

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