We now pause for a wild eyed, tin-foil wearing conspiracy theory, brought to you by Mumple Enterprises: Back 40 or 50 years ago the geologists and other key scientists were paid off by rich investors and oil executives to predict “the end is near.” Because it came from scientists and not wild-eyed prophet-looking people wearing sandwich-board signs, the masses put their faith in the scientists because obviously they knew what they were talking about.
Back in 1972 the price of a gallon of gas was something like $0.36. Obviously, 45 years later, since demand has only gone up with the population, we’re totally out of gas and oil, aren’t we? That explains why we’ve all started riding solar busses, driving bicycles and solar-electric cars, right? All the people who could afford to do it built moonshine burners…oh, sorry, “Ethanol” burners, and then considered driving them to the junkyard when their fuel efficiency went down and they realized they were paying more for that than gas, and then had them towed there when the ethanol dissolved their fuel system seals and then ate the aluminum from exposed car parts, and left ethanol-absorbed water deposits in the engines so they rusted. Our heaters are all obviously fueled by the solar panels the local government building codes require on all our rooftops, and we get our electricity to run our computers and ovens and refrigerators and freezers from the wind fields and our own turbines that we’ve all got installed on the our corners of our houses… Wait, someone forgot to put those on my house, and where can I get a cheap but reliable solar/electric car?
The latest investor-driven things include greenhouse gas reduction drives. Hey, You!! Reduce your carbon footprint today! Climate change will definitely kill all humans within the next 40 years! Those scientists were right about us not conserving oil, now, weren’t they? Oh wait. That’s still a rumor we pay more for gas for. Food scientists have been telling us that safety studies paid for by food manufacturing companies showed conclusively that chemical additives, growth hormones and preservatives are completely safe and make our food better, and now they’re telling us genetic engineering is the future of food. It is, if you like your green beans to taste like anchovies and glow in the dark, and your cheeseburgers to taste like burned plastic and scaly refried beans. Mmmmm.
We now pause for another wild eyed, tin-foil wearing conspiracy theory, brought to you by Mumple Enterprises: If they don’t get enough money through fear-mongering and rumors, they’ll start a war and demand our kids to fight against some other countries’ kids because the rich people don’t feel rich enough. Whichever countries win or lose doesn’t matter, the rich people who are really in charge will still be richer, and we ordinary peasants will bury fields full of dead kids or body parts, or we’ll end up under radioactive dust too dangerous to bury the bodies. Mumple Enterprises invites crazy speculation into who’s behind the terrorist attacks. If eternal glory and a paradise full of naked virgins to abuse isn’t quite enough, how much money does a suicide bomber cost? (it begs the question what happens when you run out of virgins and the angels you thought it was ok to mistreat, now all hate you and decide not to put up with any more bullshit?
One dreads to think what certain political leaders, who have either become or started in as millionaires or billionaires, have stirring in their Kool-Aid. Oh, I can mention that one by name, it’s just plain good to drink. I made some black cherry Kool-Aid yesterday and it was good. Whatever your flavor, don’t drink the politicians’, or wonky religious leaders’, Kool-Aid. If you come out to the bunker, I’ll serve you up a nice cold glass with some ice, hold the cyanide, castration, and hidden agenda. If you need something stronger to relax, I’ll let you pick your own poison, and it won’t be a lethal dose.
I didn’t start out wanting to rant about conspiracy theories or extremists, but it’s been a fun little distraction, hasn’t it?
I’m already out of enough cash flow, so sometimes I figure, why not use a little to help someone else? It’s paradoxical, but then I read the story in the Bible about how Jesus said God was going to take care of a widow lady who gave everything she had to support the ministry. The link is to show what the coins looked like, and on the website you can buy those coins. She trusted in God and gave the two coins she had to whatever purpose God wanted them for. Hint: God wanted them to show the disciples what real faith looked like, and it meant more to God that she trusted him than that the rich guy who paid people to blow trumpets who gave a lot of money because he had a lot of money. That story is in Mark 12 and Luke 21. I’m hopeful that I can bless others any time I do something like that, and that they will find a way to bless someone they know. Or someone they don’t know. So there’s that “natural resource.”
There’s plenty of clutter. When Mrs M goes on a “cleaning” rampage, it doesn’t mean it’s clean. It means it was urgent and whatever didn’t get processed, thrown away, or put in its’ proper place, got thrown in a box and put into the garage, or put in the open area upstairs…where I work. My garage is supposed to be a two car garage, but really it starts as a one-and-a-half car garage and then gets full of things to process later, or things we’re storing and forgetting about. My work area is supposed to be open and encourage my home work experience but it’s got a thin layer of important but not urgent crap on the floor– records to file, probably some of the kids’ clothes they haven’t bothered to put away.
My plumbing adventure isn’t over yet. I have to try to get this damned shower hose to not leak so I can take a nice, adequately pressurized shower, and so I can wash the dog, who, by the way, needs a bath again. Our dog yells at me when I try to brush out his lovely fur, so I have to either cut it (that’d be a great adventure) wash it to get rid of the dander and to condition the fur so it doesn’t get matted or hold the vermin. I get why he doesn’t want to be brushed. It pulls, and it’s uncomfortable when you pull your hair. But it has to be done. Sometime.
Speaking of which, the natural resource I’m most stress-filled about is time. There is not enough, EVER. I fed and walked the dog today, the dishes need to be washed (lunch is an hour, so maybe…) But really, I want a day or two off after a weekend, just to relax from the stress of a weekend. But if I did take a day off, I’d need another day off because if I had a day off I would want to have energy to do things I don’t have time for. If I take a day off, I feel stress because of the level of expectation placed on me, and if the family is off together, there’s stress because family time involves doing things that aren’t on the ever present list, which means I don’t get to process the list, so family time off represents future pressure to catch up with whatever didn’t get done that absolutely needed to get done before we did whatever family thing we did. I don’t know how much time off I would need, to rest enough and to invest enough time to actually feel like 1) I was rested and 2) I was actually caught up with life. Now that is a daydream “devoutly to be wished.” But it would probably take 50 years of paid time off with triple my current “widow’s mite[s].” My situation isn’t a scientific-sounding rumor, it’s all absolutely true.
It would be nice if I did, but instead, I have to get things together so I’m ready to go to work on time. Working from home and I still feel like I need to start early to keep my head above water with the tasks my employer underpays me for, how sad is that?
I know I don’t, but I hope you have enough time for yourself today, and enough time and energy for what you need to get done.