Laying in bed the other night I reflected on how we humans seem to have an instinctual need to nest, make a roof over our heads. Even though we’ll occasionally sleep in the open, in every culture (I think) we “nest” in caves, tents, igloos, cabins, boats, mcmansions, and all kinds of other dwellings. Is it the need for a roof – or is it because we’re hoarders/collectors of stuff and either we don’t want it to get wet, or we need to mark it as “ours.” Territoriality infects everything we do. Property lines, and town, county, state, and national boundaries. Me, mine. How truly silly. Our world is ruled by that imaginary idea called ownership, the source of interminable conflict and fueled by greed. We’re on this earth for a brief moment in time, then we’re gone. And we can’t take nothing with us…
Not just humans, but birds and bears too find or make nests. Nice article in today’s Juneau Empire about where the local bears hibernate. Maybe the one hanging around our neighborhood in the fall is hibernating under our new deck. If so, he’s welcome. And if he’s a she and produces cubs in the spring, perhaps we’ll have a cub to enjoy instead of a new puppy….
Among other careers in my next life (?lives) I’m going to be an ocean pilot, a tugboat captain, and an anthropologist – if there are any humans left, that is.
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Saturday, I joined two other Audubon members to make the trip out the road to its end at Echo Cove (39 miles) and spent a couple of hours retrieving human detritus from the rocky shore of that isolated spot. We were among the many who participated in the annual International Coastal Clean Up around the globe. Among items found: one tire, one car fender, one outboard motor, a few rusty shipwreck parts, countless beer cans and cigarette wrappers, a couple of bits of fishing line and, thankfully, no dead or entrapped wildlife.
Later, my neighbor son came by for a moment to raid our refrigerator for lemon juice (he was making a fig tart) and grabbed a mouthful of cornbread left on the counter from the previous night’s supper. It reminded us how much our family loved those Thomas Corn Toast R Cakes when growing up, and we reminisced that we haven’t seen them anywhere for years. A quick bit of googling discovered that they’re still available from the Thomas English Muffin company – but no stores in Juneau stock them. We’ll see what we can do about that…..
Our deck project is well underway, sliding door from bedroom to deck has been installed, the deck floor is pretty much done, and the hot-tub was delivered yesterday. A black bear ambled through the yard in the morning to check on progress.
The days are shortening, we’ve lost 6 hours of daylight in the 3 months since solstice. The daily (except Saturday) Juneau Empire awaits us regardless of what time we rise it seems. Lights up our early morning routine along with the automatic coffeemaker, our robes ‘n slippers, and the electric gizmo adding warm ambience from the fireplace. We don’t usually fight over who gets which bit of the paper, it’s pretty much settled that Bill gets the news while I get the bridge problem. The Empire‘s a vanishing species – a good community newspaper. It recently began redesigning it’s website, albeit with annoying pop-up ads. One supposes they must be essential to help keep any newspaper alive. If you want to get a feel for what life is like here, subscribe to the Empire’s news (RSS) feed and read all about it.
Finally, we’re learning for the anti-health reform pundits that fines are taxes. If we have to coerce you into doing something needed for us to function as a society, it’s a tax. Does this mean that fines for not carrying automobile insurance are a tax? Are parking fines a tax? Are fines for spilling oil on waterways a tax? Are fines for spitting on other people a tax? Gimme a break. We are a social animal and there are too many of us. Without functioning social norms it’s a short slide into anarchy.
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