Sinus Infection

The past few days have been less than fun.  I tought I was experiencing a toothache where I had lost a molar some sixteen years ago, and that it was sausing the normal toothache pains.  However, the pain transitioned from that area, and all the teeth on the same side, and moved up into my head.  This morning’s nasal drip turned into the last straw before attempting to rediagnose the issuse myself with the help of Dr. Google. 

I was well enough to go up to the store and get a saline and sugar rinse for an extorionate price, and then came home and gave it a go, after washing the store off my hands.  Thank you Coronavirus! 

Before very long at home, I sat down and fell asleep.  Missus talked me into going up to the bed to lay down by merely making the suggestion.  I went up, and had a rough sleep, waking up several times.  I was looking forward to her finishing work, and then telling her that I was set to call it and go to the Health Clinic and get an antibiotic perscrition.  She didn’t come till she had finished work, then taken a nap herself, so when she did come, and asked me if I knew what time it was, she told me 3:30.  Not much time before the clinic closed.  Still, we were able to get there and make both, an appointment, and pharmacy hours. 

The doctor agreed that I had diagnosed correctly, sinus infection, and said I didn’t need her.  I reminded her that I cannot write myself a prescription.  She did and started to tell me that she had sent it off, and it was for a ten day cycle.  I said, to be taken twice a day for the full cycle, even if I am feeling better.  I have not had antibiotics for thirty years, but I have done a couple of stints working as delivery for pharmacies. 

The important moment came at supper time when I took the first tablet of the course.  Missus said that when she had a similar experience, she felt better soon after her first tablet.  And so it was.  Not all better yet, but at least I am awake. 

And so, what are my desires in these moments of ill feeling, apart from sexual, and life affirming? To write, and tell the world, I am still alive!  Life affirming!  And that’s me in a nutshell when I am under the weather.  I like to prop up my little brolly that tries to keep me alive and dry of the storm. 

The last few nights have been poor sleep, tooth pain, headachy, and finally sinus pain last night, distinguishing this from just a toothache, which I believed it was till then. 

I went to the local health clinic, and found it to be a little less protective than I expected as far as the virus is concerned.  The lady at the desk wore no mask, and she did not chase me off when I leaned over the desk to write, which I realized I was doing and appologized for, she said, “that’s okay.  There is noone else here.”  The nurse who took my vitals wore a mask part of the time, but the doctor wore hers the whole time, suggeting she was more intimate with, or more aware of her patients potential infections. 

So far, still no signs of the virus for myself.  Happy news as I am the designated emerger from our lockdown.  Whenever there is a need, especially for groceries, I am the one designated to go get them, keeping at least one person barrier against the virus, even though we would obviously all get it if I did breing it home.  Cautious sensibilities are thus on me.  It’s a big responsibility to the people I love. 

We are holding back, keeping more than social distance because the virus is spiking again.  We have been all along, but the situation is becoming more dire, even though the attitudes of people I see in public, and reported in the press seem to be almost indifferent among many.  I have heard in the news of people yelling at folks in masks that they are just pushing an agenda.  I have heard someone in a shop complaining to his partner about “all the stupid people in masks.”  I doubt these are experts in infectious control, and instead, represent the type of people who disreguard those with actual knowledge as ‘know-it-alls.’  Yeah, kiss my ass.  Nobody knows less than he who thinks he knows everything.  Hail to the Chief!

I am happy to keep in my little corner of Earth, at a safe distance, aware that the defences I need are small ones, not stockpiles of guns and ammunition; sorry preppers.  The problem was not Armageddon, or Red Dawn.  It turned out to be more like War of the Worlds.  Just keep safe, and do nothing.  The rest could take care of itself. 

I guess this society started politicizing wellness when it started to politicize vaccines as far back as a century or more ago.  Yes, the anti-vaxer movement is that old, at least.  The earlies renditions go back to those who would call a vaccine, just like a lightning rod, interfering with God’s Will.  Somehow, apparently, God’s attempts to strike people dead with lightning were subverted by Mr. Franklin’s invention.  Laughable. 

I have spoken to one fellow who believes the virus does not kill anymore than the common flu does, and his plan is to lay down and tough it out if he catches it.  Well, there is an example of male ego if I ever saw it, just the idea of toughing it out, nevermind the complete disreguard for other people.  And I assume he is not aware that so far this year it has already killed more people than things like eleven years of Vietnam.  Misinformed is surmounted by being willfully disinformed. MAGA.

I am unhappy with the politics in the issue, and should not perpetuate it myself. At the same time, the will of some to walk over, and endanger others to the peril of the lives of all involved, and children and the elderly who are not involved around them… Well, I said what I said.

So, Coronavirus is a thing, and it is going as fast as ignorane will move it. The sinus infection over the past few days has knocked me out of useful service, so with this handfull of antibiotics, I hope to get back up on my feet and prove worthy of my rations once again. Everything for us is business as usual. The farm is moving along with another season of more weeds than food growing out of the vegetable patches. The kids are enjoying their time off of studies. The kids are being educated still in subversive ways they don’t recognize as learning. Equipment on the farm is failing me, and making me resent the money spent on it. I am older, and feeling it.

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The Middle of it All

Covid is beginning to spike in the US.  There are things I would like to say about how it is managed here in the US, and that if we had elected Bernie in 2016, and put in place an national healthcare scheme, and nationalized records, and nationalized the effort to fight something like this…  And I would especially like to say things about the current leadership, or lack of it.  But I think that IF Bernie had been elected, and we did actually coordinate a national shut down, the kickback by the Covid Freedom Fighters would have been immense.  Better this to have happened under a “Republican” President.  Let them fight him instead. 

Anyway. 

So Covid is spiking nationally right in summer.  It seems like the efforts to fight it have peatered out.  People are wearing masks, even around here, where Liberty Trumps sanity. 

My poor wife and kids have hardly left the property in a couple of months now.  I have been getting out, but to run the errands and get the things.  Putting myself in harm’s way, hopefully making the right decisions, and keeping clear of the virus, because the moment I pick it up, they are all in harm’s way. 

I see so many people when I am out who areragging their kids through the stores, the whole family unmasked.  There is a word for people tho make such very poor decisions.  It’s stupid for me to say it, though. 

So, we have mostly been at home since at least March.  This has given us some time to work out some of the things that need doing around the house, and keep changing and improving it. 

This past week we took the false ceiling out of the craft room.  That raised us back up in there to the original ceiling, 18 inches higher than that old false one.  That makes nine and a half feet.  That also involved taking out where the tops of the built in cabinets were boxed in, and I will soon be finishing that as a display shelf for her who claims that room.  The bathroom is repainted, and a new sink is nearly ready to install.  I have covered the top 18 inches of the walls of the craft room with beadboard, to hide a few sins there.  I’ll be boxing in where the chimney angles from the living room through the top of the south wall of the craft room.  The whole beadboarded area will be painted yellow to offset the very dark blue of the room, and the ceiling white.  I think it is going to look great! 

All of the work we have done in there has kept me too busy to get into the garden and get at the weeds.  Missus is back to work, and my mornings are free now since she is in the craft room, but the weather is highly uncoopaerative and it is soaking wet out there, and cold.  That’s how we roll in July here in Idaho. 

The boys were by on Saturday.  Jordan helped me go to the Logan City Dump and pick up a full trailer of firewood.  I have never carried that much in it.  It was great!  A couple of more trips like that, and with the wood promised me by a farmer friend here in the neighborhood, we are going to be set for this year.  I may have to finally start building my stores for excess that can be kept for coming years to improve the season on the wood.  Now there’s what I would really like to do! Get ahead! 

Dylan bug bombed his house and got to our place after Jordan and I had left.  But he and his family were still here when we got back, and we had time for a nice visit. They also brought Dylan’s friend Ed.  So if we are all found dead of Coronivirus, there is most of our contact tracing in the past few weeks.  You gotta follow them from here. 

So these are cynical times, even with the good of getting firewood and getting done with more work on the house. 

So much has changed since I wrote my first journal entries in this journal all those months and years ago, in England.  So much!  People we have loved are gone, and new folks have shown up.  We have moved from city living to country living, and in the process moved from one nation to another.  The boys have had the chance to grow and have a life that is more than getting drunk, hanging out with friends, and trying to avoid getting in trouble because of a lack of other choices.  One is a mechanic, and the other is putting his wife through college.  We have added another daughter to the family since leaving England, too. 

Whatever happens, happens.  And When it does, I just happen along with it.  Sounds like a lack of ambition, doesn’t it?  Yet, here we are.  We are working up an early 20th century house, and burning firewood to keep warm through the coldest of winters, raising loads of animals, kids, and building a little mini-farm one could raise a family on with little outside input. 

It has not come free, despite sort of inheriting the farm itself. I say sort of because that is how it might look from the outside, but it cost me plenty, more than I will ever discuss because of the anger that comes with that topic. It is enough for me to say I busted my ass for it, looking after the grandparents in their lowest times, and losing one of the most valuable relationships I have had in my life, which is now irretrievable as she is dead. On top of all of it, there has been working the place by hand with no money to put into it for years, and no tools to help. There has been fighting the opinions of a certain grandparent, and he entitlement to feel like she could offer those opinions. We are in a heavily religious area, and since we don’t participate in their faith, we have very little interaction with anyone here, with only a single notable exception among them. There is one guy who really does look beyond all that and is a friend. On top of it all, as part of the arrangement to come here we were supposed to have irrigation on the field, but grandma up and sold that just to spite me. That has not been recovered, so we have dry farmed and been short every year because of it.

So, no, it has not been free. Far from! We have a lot to do in order ove forward from where we are now, and we are not the type not to move forward. Moving forward is still trying to catch up to what we had been promised in exchange for coming here in the first place. But we are also ahead of where we would have been had we stayed in England. It’s a double edged papercut.

Mom’s birthday will be rolling around in a few days. I wish she were still here to celebrate that with us. I never expected her to go as young as she did, and the way she did. She was the last good part of the life I was born into. More good has come, but there is nobody good between me and the grave now. I am left here to forge on, and to try to show the new ones how it is done. Luckily, I have had a great show from grandma how it’s not done. She aged disgracefully. I have got to age better. That is my determination in life, now.

So, it looks like the last ten yers have made me a philosopher. That’s fine. We battled 50 mile an hour wind two days ago. That was much easier than battling people. Ironically, we battled both in much the same way. Hunker down in the house and avoid the flying debris.

Speaking of 50. I am seeing that come around real soon. Probably time to write that book I have kept promising myself I would do.

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Suddenly

Suddenly having the ability to type properly again makes me want to type again. A stupid onscreen keyboard is not condusive to the creative process involved in writing. Never has it been shown more clearly to me than right now, with a proper keyboard that works under my fingers, and the absolute lack of desire to use the onscreen keyboard over the past year or so. I am encouraged!

Today gets a rain delay on the farm. I don’t deliberately push myself out into bad weather since there are so many good days to chose from in the warmer months. Winter does not offer the same, so that is a different story. Besides, warming up by the fire is all a part of the gig.

So, to update a bit on the old journal, how is life these days? Well, Covid-19 is still raging, and the human need for Liberty is really helping it spread right along. Idon’t see how anyone can assume some sort of immunity because of their nationality, religion, or individual narcisism.

We are staying locked down, still. The enemy is at the gates, and it is up to us to keep it there. Missus places an online order for groceries every two weeks, and I go pick them up, contactless. Apart from that, there are only minor trips out to get things, to reduce contact with others. When we do go out, we try to wear masks, kids too.

This might all seem really boring, but there is so much to do here at home that we have not had cabin fever develop yet. I take it as part of the norm, and use it, like any other experience, as a way of understanding. To me, this experience more resembles life before cars were there to wisk us around to wherever we want, whenever we want. So it fits in with my ‘born in the wrong century’ persona. The kids are taking it really well too. The youngest really knows no other way, and the oldest is reading the Harry Potter books now. Missus is keeping busy as per her usual, and seems to be doing just fine. She does work, crafts, gardening, and we are doing a bit of backyard archery some evenings.

Then there is the work around the place aspect. We have storage to clean up, two other outbuildings that need to be reset to new uses. The gardens are requiring heavy attention right now. We are working to get the herb garden going this year. We have some work to do with animals such as training the dog, breeding the two new doe goats, getting a pen ready for a calf or two, keeping close care to one of our elder female llamas whose hips are going out. We have the usual work with the pigs and chickens too, but I do want to reset the chicken flocks, getting some in the freezer, and putting new egg layers to work in the egg coop. We also have two ne male peacocks that will hopefully either breed the females this year, or keep well enough and sort it out in the spring as they mature a bit more.

The house wants a lot of work still, too, although I have got a good start on the bookshelves in the living room with only a little left to do there, and I think Ifinally sonved a problem conceptually with the bathroom sink, and need to get the parts to sort that out at last. Then it will come near time to look at doing the floors and fixing the fireplace hearth to get the rest of the house up to scruff. The living room, where the booksheves are, is really showing potential.

Once the outbuildings get their electrical installed and the shuffle around done, they will be put to new use, including what I hope will result in a cleaner workshop for me. Missus will set up a shop for her crafts and llama fiber.

Our farm is still without tractor, which I am looking more seriously at solving before I turn a year older. If I can get that sorted out, there is so much more we will be able to to around here than we already are. For one, my compost pile is too big to deal with by hand. Dead livestock will be easier to dispose of. Tilling will be easier. Snow removal will be possible on the drive spaces, making the whole situation with animal feed much easier in the winter, as well as usually safer. I will also be able to see about loading the feed at the shop on a pallet instead of loose in the trailer, which should make it easier to bring feed to the bins, as right now the feed bags require a lot more lifting, which is a lot of fun at 50 and 80 pounds per bag. Could be easier still if we didn’t have so many animals living here, I suppose, but where is the fun in that?

Then there is the land across the street. I have a lot of clean up over there from the mess the canal company leaves along the edge of our property, there is a bridge I want to build over the drainage ditch that will allow us access to the strip of land beyond it that we cannot currently access from the main portion of our place. There is some contouring I want to clean up down by that water, and then I would like to have a look at planting better grazing grasses, and possibly even a garden out among the pasture somewhere. There is a lot of unrealized potential over there. We need to get some trees in on that lost strip of land, and grow some asparagus there. And these are just some of the things that hinge on our having a tractor. There is so much more on the day to day, too. For example, if Icould move hay bales, about 1,200 pounds each, I could work out delivery so the tractor that brings them now will not damage the yard, as it is a big, heavy one.

So, as you can see, with just a cursory explanation of our lives here, we have plenty to do within our own gates.

I have been thinking back a little lately, to when I started this journal. February, 2006, back in Worceser, England. Sunlight soon shone on the front fence, showing that it was coming to the spring and summer months, and there was such excitement for the change of seasons. Changes come with the seasons, and life is often reguarded with seasons. So much has changed since those days in that tiny house on Portefields Road. So much will continue to change in the coming years. I have got a to do list that is as long as my life, hopefully even longer. After all, who wants to ever look at things and say, “well, that’s it, I’m done.” I never want to be done. If I am, I am no longer moving forward.

Well, my next trick will be to figure out what resolution I need my cemera app set to so I can upload photos to the blog without it returning a message that the file is too big. I’ll go work on that today, and then hopefully start adding photos again.

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Today Was a Very Good Day

Today started out really well when I finally figured out what has been wrong with the keyboard I bought with my tablet a little over a year ago.  It worked for about a month, then developed some dodgy problem that caused it to stop responding to keystrokes.  I found an intermittent work around, but did nothing to get it replaced otr repaired through the company I bought it from. 

This morning I finally realized the source of the problem was not the metallic connector pins, but the rubberized tabs that align them, and the tabs were too narrowly spaced to fit into the slots on the tablet.  This caused the pins to unseat, and not make a connection.  I trimmed the tabs a millimeter each, and voila! The keyboard works really well now, and I have newfound faith in Samsung. 

I also have a working keyboard on my tablet again, which allows me to take photos and insert them into a draft of a blog post, then write and edit the post and publish it, all from a single device.  This simplicity is what I bought the tablet for in the first place!  It has been nothing but a disapointment since it stopped working a year ago.  But now, beware!  I am fully functioning as a blogger once again!

In addition to that repair, I also did a good amount of work on the property today.  Iprepared two garden beds, and put in vital restraining barriers to stop grass getting into one, and pigs getting into the other. 

Missus and I planted quite a lot in the beds as far as flower specimens go.  We finished up, ate, and just as soon as my new recurve bow arrived, we finished the day off with archery practice. 

I expect that so long as this keyboard continues to function, I will continue to post more. I hope this is so!


Kelsey J Bacon

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Post Apocalyptic

There is nearly nothing to talk about that is greater and more important than Covid-19, and the effects it is having on us, our region, nation, and world.  But talking about it brings up a lot of feelings that I really don’t wish to have so close to the surface, and gets into political discussion that I really don’t wish to share. 

Suffice it to say, we are hunkered down on our little farmland, and feel very fortunate to be able to do so. 

The kids are officially out of school now.  They are happy to be so, and are enjoying free time to play games together, and to learn the things that interest them.  They color and draw, and they watch videos on YouTube to learn how to make cakes or crafting projects.  They are also sharing looking after a couple of new kittens out in the back yard with the momma barn cats. 

Missus and I are involved in cleaning up the excess around here, getting us each set up with a workshop space out in the outbuildings.  She will eventually sell things from hers in the garage out front, and I will be building a new workshop out in the large shed out back.  It is an old shed, made of wood, and rustic.  I think it will be perfect for the type of woodworking I want to do, and it will probably be inspiring.  What could beat an hundred year old woodworking shop to inspire traditional making?

My coming projects will include putting electricity out to the outbuildings, and putting up the shelves in the living room.  I have a bit of work to finish in the main bathroom, then some interesting work installing a tub into the craft room bathroom. The house has been an overwhelming mess, and it has been too much to try to get into some places knowing I would just be making more mess that would be impossible to clean up when it mixes with the existing mess.  We sorted a lot of it out today, and have made the living room into a space I will be able to work in.  I just need to get the last of the parts to get started. 

I have been setting up a system of short range radios so we can communicate on the property, and when we are away and get separated.  Our eldest child at home is getting to the age now where she is going to want to shop in stores by herself, and we may come apart when we go out for drives to explore places.  It will be nice to be able to call ourselves back together when it is time to leave, or whatnot.  The system will also help put us in touch with neighbors when things go wrong, like the power goes out.  The radios can also scan police and emergency frequencies and the like, so we can keep aware of what is going on ahead.  For example, the other day we went to Logan to pick up groceries, and were given warning of traffic lights out and a structural fire, both on our route home.  The radios seem to provide a reliable means of situational awareness.  I am still looking into the hobby aspects of the system, and what else can be done with it, but we already have enough to justify it.  In addition to all this, I feel a little more comfortable wandering around the farm to do work, without having to alert others where I am at, and how long I think I might be.  I know I can be reached in the event of necessity.

I planted in the garden a few days ago, and last night the snow fell almost to the treetops.  It was only the corn that I had put in, so it should have been fairly safe even to a degree of cold.  It hit 34 for the low, so we kept safe.  I will be planting more in a week or so, but the vegetables to go in will be more sensitive to the cold.  We had a strong cold spell last June, so this year it is a little nerve wracking. As I write this, my weather station is reporting 45 degree, and I am listening to the National Weather Service radio broadcast, and it is talking about temperatures reaching as high as 90 in the next week.  Who knows what to expect?! 

The record high for this date was 88 in 1967 in Pocatello, according to the radio service.  The low was 23 in 1966.

My radio weather report comes from NWS-KZZ72, 162.425 MHz, broadcast off Sedgwick Peak, in Southeast Idaho, originating in the Pocatello office. 

I am still staying off Facebook these days.  I went in to look through the feed the other day.  It took me less than a minute to find some post that some old friend had put up that amounted to an expression of stupid irresponsibility and public endangerment that utterly pissed me off.  I shut it down rather than respond.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and that includes me to mine.  Probably best keep it to myself though.  I think I hate Facebook.  It is best to love people from a distance rather than get into their pockets and hate them completely. 

I have not written much lately, still.  This journal gets ignored too much.  Hard to believe my first post to my online journal dates back to the 16th of February, 2006!  It is crazy to look back at memories of life in England, and the boys growing up and so on.  I know I lived there.  I know it was for eight years.  But now it seems so distant.  This year will mark our tenth year living in the US.  So many memories!  So much time since I put my butt in the seat of that plane over to the UK to live. 

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Coronavirus Lockdown Thoughts

This is the great cataclysm that the preppers have all been preparing for.  Well, a lighter version, actually, but the world seems to have ground to a halt nonetheless, and those people who were preppers are probably not worried in the least at the moment.  The sane ones, anyway.  But then again, I would have told you that you were insane a month ago, if you told me that the world would be in the state it’s in now in just four weeks.  It’s Covid-19, the Coronavirus.  The world has ground to a halt out of necessity, to save lives, to stop the rapid spread of the virus, and prevent our collective medical systems becoming so overwhelmed by patients that is collapses.

In many ways, the medical system already has collapsed, some.  There is nowhere near enough PPE’s, or Personal Protective Equipment, to keep the healthcare workers safe from catching the virus.  There are not near enough ventilators to keep patients breathing, thus keeping the people with the more severe cases alive.  People have died almost instantly after the first symptoms have shown up, such as a mother who died within four days in the UK.  In addition to the general public, healthcare workers are constantly exposed to the virus, and many have caught it, then fallen victim to it themselves, such as a world renown brain surgeon in the US, and a leading HIV doctor in South Africa.  Think about that a second.  HIV is itself an infectious disease.  And finally, coming back to the general public, several families have been decimated by the virus, wiping out three or more members within days of each other. 

The dead include an infant, children in their early teens, twenty-something’s and on, with the numbers going up as people get older. 

Let me finally say that this is one of the most devastating events of a generation.  I don’t even want to try to compare it to other events though, as doing so seems to trivialize the dead, who are more than just statistics and numbers.  They are people, in every event. 


Our family requires a top-up shop every two weeks.  Two weeks is how long a person can have Covid-19 and remain asymptomatic.  In other words, I could go out to get our shopping, pick it up too, and bring it home, only to find out I did around the time I need to go out to get the next shop.  Two weeks also means that mapping the virus based on where cases have been discovered means that the virus is already ahead of the plot points. 

When the plot points were still far away, I heard several people who said that society was overreacting.  “It’s just like the flu,” they said.  “Only three percent of the people who get it will die, almost as low as the flu,” they said.  “People should just go ahead and get it, then they will be immune,” they said. 

Coronavirus is roughly twice as fatal as the flu.  It is far more contagious, and it tends to hospitalize 20% of those who get it.  Some people will develop almost no symptoms at all, and then act the part of Typhoid Mary, spreading it afield, without even realizing they are.  Remember, of every ten people that person comes into contact with, two will end up in the hospital, and nearly all will spread it further.  Out of every hundred people that person comes into contact with, three will die, and most will also spread it further afield.  In other words, I would never roll the dice with the advice of people who do not understand infectious diseases.  Go home.  Stay home.  Wash your hands.  Don’t touch your face.  Cover your mouth and nose when you cough or sneeze, and do so in the crook of your arm and not onto your hand.  Wash your hands again. 

A vaccine for this pandemic will not be available for a little more than a year now, if things go well in development.  I think it is fair to say that till it is released, and everyone gets it, which will be some months after, even with a herculean effort, we can count on this virus to continue to spread.  Right now, China has flattened the curve of it spreading.  It has not stopped it.  They are not out of the woods yet.  We will not be for some time to come, either. 


People are not necessarily hoarding.  I read today a very good argument that the reason our grocery stores are running bare on many essential products is not solely because of selfish jerks buying up everything they can.  Think about that.  It doesn’t even make sense.  We have been told for years that the average American does not have enough money to hand to deal with a $400 emergency.  So where did all the toilet paper go?  Instead of going to the workplace, or to the office, it went home.  People knew they would be at home, so they bought enough toilet paper for them and their families to remain home to do their business. 

On the supply side, the markets for many of the essentials we are out of now has been historically very stable and very predictable, and the suppliers have been running at maximum efficiency, which means they produce just enough, and no more.  So with TP, if a city required 100,000 rolls per week, and suddenly buys 300,000 rolls and still wants more as it runs out, there will not be the capacity of a producer to satisfy that demand.  They cannot reroute the supplies from the commercial products because as we all know, it is a different product, cheaper, larger, and priced and distributed differently.  If your town is out of toilet paper now, it probably will be for some time to come.


I worry about the seed suppliers.  They are backlogged severely.  Somehow the pandemic seemed to threaten the food supply (it hasn’t), so people seemed to decide it was time to garden.  I have not heard or read any arguments yet as to why this happened.  I can only tell you that we have put in three orders for seeds and dug out old packets as well.  We did so for the same reason that panic buying begets panic buying.  We put in an order three weeks ago that has not yet been fulfilled.  Then we put in two more and one of them is sat on the dock at the warehouse, and has been for a week now.  It is not a priority package for shipping. 

I worry about the seed suppliers not getting us our seeds.  I worry about them because I know that not every seed that gets put into the ground produces food.  So I worry that hundreds of thousands of people who have been looking at Pintrest suddenly decided that now is the time to start that container garden in the window and try to make food.  But for many, that will mean lack of skill and good gardening habits will send many millions of seeds into the soil without a final product.  That feels unfair, but in truth, if they beat me to the order button and I am stood in line, then that is fair, even if more than half of the seeds sold before my packets were picked go to waste. 

In the end, we do have some old seeds that we can try out.  They have not been stored properly, but they are seeds of hope.  And if the seeds we ordered do all come, then hopefully we can produce far more than we need with them, and share our produce with those of our kids no longer living with us. 


We are now three weeks from the day I walked into Sam’s Club and saw the staff lowering all of the last of the toilet paper they had in stock down to the middle of an aisle, and it getting picked over by so many people.  I knew instinctively that I should have bought three packets of it then.  I did not.  We needed one.  I bought one.  I defied the urge to buy more, so to that end, we are a little insecure because we don’t yet know where our next pack is going to come from, and until it starts to remain in stock somewhere, it is an essential item that is insecure. 

Three weeks ago, when I saw that pallet of paper lowering down, I had just before that seen the very last moment of what I till then considered normal reality.  In the week that followed, society began to rapidly grind to a halt.  The next week, 3.3 million Americans filed unemployment claims.  Last week, 6.6 million more joined them.  Nations have been brought to a standstill.  Governments have been brought to their knees.  Humanity has been largely united in the effort to stop this virus from spreading.  There’s what, 7.8 billion people on the earth right now?  That would mean that out of them, the 20% that would want hospitalization would reach some 1.56 billion, and the death toll would reach 234,000,000.  That will touch everybody on earth. 


Right now we are overdue for a unified governmental response.  For the first two weeks, our President here in the United States has primarily been concerned about the economy, brushing off the virus as something at first that would just go away on its own, then not a big deal.  As he is a man heavily invested in the Stock Market, and has probably lost billions already, I can easily assume his reasons for his initial response were hope, bolstered by a desire to stop the panic long enough for him to get out of the market, or at least try to prevent its freefall.  Whatever the case, I really don’t care.  In ways he is somewhat right when he says he is a wartime President, and I expect him to be reelected.  If he is, he will have the time to recoup the losses and do the right thing.  If he is not, then he will be relegated to a tragic chapter in American History.  Speculation on my part.  Again, I really don’t care about his personal losses.

What I do care about is his responses.  So far, this seems to be one of the few times in his Presidency that he has been too busy to golf.  Seeing him every day on a podium that he has ignored for years does not impress me.  Seeing him making excuses for himself and his past statements does not thrill me.  Seeing him defending himself from what he calls nasty questions pointed at his demonstrable incompetence does not even amuse me.I am not at all impressed with the $2.2TRILLION stimulus package.  That is about the stupidest thing I think I have ever seen the American Government do!  Checks for every American?  Does every American need a check?  Why is the money not being used to meet the needs of those who have lost their jobs? 

The Stimulus check that a single American receives will be just about equal to a month’s pay for one full time minimum wage earner.  Most minimum wage earners are supplemented with government assistance to get by. They have to have a monetary top up from the government to pay rent and buy food.  In short, they will need far more than a single check for $1,200.  I think the checks should only go to those who have lost their jobs, or otherwise been negatively and demonstrably affected by the economic downturn caused by the virus.  All of these people are not going to be magically back at work in a month, two, or three.  This will likely result in much longer unemployment as the virus is brought under control, and as the economy get not only started again, but adapts to a new reality after. 

The Stimulus Bill is not the President’s fault alone.  Him saying he plans to manage the distribution of it to corporations is likely unconstitutional as we have no way to prove he is not violating the emoluments clause.  Congressional oversight is needed in this case, and they should assert it.  What is the fault of the President is the poor, if not completely lacking leadership in this case.  People are scared, but you don’t throw a bone out at all of them.  You feed the ones that need it, and you assure they have something to hold them over till they reach a point when they can get control over their own lives again. 

Now, if you’ve got this far reader, you are thinking to yourself or even out loud, “Are you going to not cash your check then?”  Well, my friend, let me first point out that this mess is not yet over.  I cannot answer what I will do with it apart from hope that my family doesn’t need it.  It is not security for us if we do need it.  It could pay our bills for maybe a month, and buy us a week’s worth of groceries.  How is that security?  “Look!  A family that starved to death!”  “Yeah, but their bills are caught up!” 

There is much to be determined still, where our family is concerned.  But we are not looking to the leadership of government at this point, as there is little to none.  Hell, we locked down about two weeks before our state did.  As far as I am concerned, that was the right time to do it, and the last chance to even come close to assuring our safety with a lockdown.  The state fiddled about two more weeks! 


So where does the future lie?  It is so unsure, and so hard to predict or plan for. 

I have learned something about the future from my garden.  In the spring I sow seeds.  I put those seeds in the ground and I put water on those seeds.  I do that, completely aware that life changes.  I know that by the time fall comes around, we may have decided to pack up and move away.  I may have lost a member or members of my family.  I may not be alive to eat from the garden which I have planted.  With all of these possibilities, none of them stop me planting the seeds.  I never reduce the sowing because of the negative possibilities . In fact, each year I try to grow more than the last, to increase my harvest.  Even if nobody is around to eat the bounty, then the birds will have it.  But I always plant the first seed, and follow it up with as many more as I can fit. 

Whatever the future, the seeds still need sowing.  The garden still needs working.  The water still needs applying.  Every seed is planted so that no matter who is there to harvest the crop, someone will be the benefactor.  An empty garden come autumn is no favor to anyone. 

For the immediate future, I will plan on making Social Distancing the theme for the next eighteen months to two years.  I think by that time, barring any other unforeseen events, things will achieve a new normal soon after that period.  I am a little skeptical because in the last three weeks we have felt two earthquakes and seen a pandemic grind the world to a halt.  During the period ahead, we will plan on adapting however needed to adjust to the current reality, and to prepare for a future that is different to the world we knew three weeks ago.  Maybe that means we will buy a bidet or two.  Maybe that means we will grow closer to 80% of our own food.  Maybe it means we will reduce our car use to once a month.  I don’t know what it means.  I just know that so long as I am alive, there are seeds in my hand, and with them, promise. 


One day at a time. 

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Walmart Seems To Care

I was just at Walmart to do our grocery pickup. There was a car next to me by one space, and the lady there stayed in her car while the associate loaded her things into her SUV. The associate was a college age guy, slightly bearded, and speaking loudly so she could hear him, and unfortunately, so I could as well. I could not hear everything he was saying, but I caught a little.

He told her that the chances of him dying from the Coronavirus were very low and they amounted to odds he was willing to take to come to work. That had me thinking how wonderful Walmart’s associate healthcare insurance must be, when he continued that Walmart has enacted policies to make it seem like they were doing something about it. SEEM? What does that mean? Is their efforts to combat the virus nothing more than a masquerade to instill false confidence in the public, to make it seem like they care? It seems like I left there feeling no confidence at all in Walmart, as a single break in a chain of antiviral precautions is all it takes to unwittingly infect many people.

I was highly unimpressed with the arrogance of a young, college age man whom apparently can afford to be hospitalized with an illness, or send his customers or loved ones to the same fate, with no concern but for his own odds of not dying. Ignorance is bliss, so keep me blissful by keeping your ignorance to yourself. I’ll carry on staying at home now, thanks.

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Novel Coronavirus

This is a surreal thing to say, but we are in lockdown right now. Not we, as in my family. We, as in much of the United States, and many other parts of the world. My wife was on a conference call today and a lady in India described the same situations as we are going through here. People are currently be advised to stay more than six feet from others, to stay home as much as possible, and to work from home wherever possible. Schools have closed nationwide, and every event that gathers more than ten people in a space has been advised against. Stores are closing, or reducing their hours. Meanwhile, the stock market is meant to be suffering its wildest crash in history. Right now, the DOW is down to where it was when Trump took office on January 20th, 2017.

I have worked to keep on top of the news of this as it has spread, so we could be informed of the situation before it became critical. When I found the virus case tracker provided by John’s Hopkins, I assumed it was two weeks behind because people have been asymptomatic for up to two weeks, and spreading the virus. I taught the kids about the process of hand washing. I have advised our older kids as required to be serious, and it is the most disruptive thing since 9-11, at least.

We are lucky. We have what we need in our pantry to get us through for a while. We have land to move around on to keep us sane. We have projects to do at home. We have our income provided by employment that was already on a work from home basis. We already have been homeschooling. In a sentence, we have not been affected, yet. But it will begin to cut deep as time goes on, if things don’t begin to normalize. But as the world settles into the new normal, we may find that we are adjusting to it.

The events of the past week have been incredible, then this morning, a 5.7 earthquake struck right east of Salt Lake International Airport, shutting it down, and only causing minor damage in the valley. We felt it at about a 3.5 magnitude here. It was enough to alter the talk of the day for a while today. There were 44 total quakes at a 2.5 or above in the series as of 6:50 PM today.

The news cycle has already been busy. The quake was just one more log on an already big fire.

I have been keeping things in perspective by thinking that the world probably still seemed far more tumultuous during the World Wars. Still, I await each new day with baited breath, wondering what it will bring.

As a side note, the Angel Moroni on the Salt Lake Temple dropped his horn this morning. I knew people growing up who would be sent in a frenzy over this. Especially with everything else going on. Hell, we buried one of them in January; my grandmother. If she were here, or any of the others I knew back in the day, I think they would be taking this singular event as a dire omen. I myself do not, and look forward to the day, a year or two hence, when the horn is replaced and life is continuing on normally. Superstition does not impress me. But seeing them fail again and again, like bloody tears from a statue’s eyes that turns out to be sewage, does.

I don’t want to end this post on that note, however, because besides my disdain for religious fevers, I wish peace and happiness for all humanity. Now, more than ever, kindness matters. I think highly of the species, and that we can manage.

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On Death

I am far too young to comment knowledgeably on this, but too foolish not to.

Death is not the problem to work out. It is something all living things face. Why do we even concern ourselves with it?

Life is the problem. Either we only live long enough to die tragically young, or we live long enough to lose everything and everyone we have ever loved.

I hope that as I age, I can take up the fools errand, and happily stroll along, only living, till I am not.

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Why Our Words Are Important

The words we use for other people are imperative. Once we use words that dehumanize, we dehumanize.

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