Here Comes the Sun

Mabon                                                                        Elk Rut Moon

I’ve been vacillating on the solar power. The impetus to install it is strong both from a future tense perspective, renewables are necessary, and from a political perspective, distributed power generation removes one more lever of control. But. It’s expensive and not strictly speaking necessary. We have limited funds from the sale of our Minnesota property and need to be strategic about how we spend them.

Part of that strategy involves protection of an emergency fund that covers a suddenly disabled vehicle or a precipitous drop in stock prices. The latter could drastically reduce our monthly income for a time. We’ve made a decision about how much we need in that fund and will protect it. That leaves a finite amount of money for kitchen remodeling, external sprinklers, a lower level bathroom remodel, solar and other things we think of later.

This morning, while the dogs were outside after their morning meal, I ran through various amortization schedules. My goal was to find a five year loan amount that could be paid off at the same monthly amount as our electrical bill. Once I found that I got easier about the whole thing.  The loan will protect some of our available cash for the other projects, get paid off in an amount of time that will leave us years to enjoy zero utility bills, and give us a way to advance the great work*.

It may or may not add value to the house, but it should attract the kind of buyer we want, just our gardens and orchard did in Andover. The prospect of zero utility bills will be an incentive.

*Thomas Berry defined the great work of our time as the creation of a sustainable presence for humans on the earth.

Mabon                                                                              Elk Rut Moon

Ah. So, the pope may not have intended to give aid and comfort to Kim Davis. My post below still stands. It’s main point was that we need to look for allies on things that matter, not go around looking for tests of 100% purity.

 

Sunday, Sunday

Mabon                                                                         Elk Rut Moon

The last bastions of unopened boxes have shrunken. The garage is ready for flat surfaces, pegboard and shelving reassembled. That will mean the pile of file boxes in the loft here can be stored, at least some of them, downstairs. The small mound of file boxes, dvds in boxes, art and office supplies will disappear. That’s the almost final step in the creation of the loft.

Sundays always leave me a bit discombobulated. Neither a work day nor a leisure day in my long-term conditioning. I find myself wandering around a bit, not sure where to light, what to take up. Today we went to Brook Forest Inn to watch the first half of the Vikings/Bronco game. We were the only Vikings fans there as you might imagine.

A pretty good game, really. The Vikes showed some signs of life.

This post is like Sunday. Not sure where it’s going, so I’ll just stop.

Power to the People

Mabon                                                                          Elk Rut Moon

We sat down with Kaleb Waite of Golden Solar yesterday afternoon. He impressed us both. He had a clearer plan for our panels, which ones we needed. Smart panels. He had a nifty gadget that can project shadowing throughout the year from any tall object near the roof, like trees or chimneys. He did not dumb down his presentation and walked us through the particular advantages and challenges of our roof. When he finished, we’d made up our minds. Golden Solar will get our business.

With the eventual development of capable storage batteries, we may be able to go off the grid entirely, though for the time being we will still be connected to the Intermountain Rural Electric Association (IREA). The concept of radically distributed power generation, a form of disaggregation, is a small piece of the path leading to a sustainable future. Our choice, by itself, means almost nothing; gathered with others though and through that putting real change forward, an individual choice is not a small piece.

 

 

Let Sad Make You Mad

Mabon                                                                            Elk Rut Moon

I got a disturbing call in the early 1980’s. Could I do a funeral for a young woman whose marriage I had performed on the West Bank in Minneapolis not two years before? Of course. How did she die?

Two boys playing in an alley had a rifle. It went off. The .22 bullet was so spent by the time it reached where she stood on the balcony of her apartment that it couldn’t penetrate the back of her coveralls. But it had enough power to stop her heart.

At the funeral we decided that the only way to make sense of her death was to push for gun control. And we did. We lobbied the Minneapolis city council, talked to Minnesota legislators. I don’t remember how long we kept at it, but in the end we failed. Just like gun control advocates all across this country.

I think it’s time three things happened: 1. The NRA gets put on the terrorist watch list as an enabler of domestic terrorism. 2. The second amendment gets recognized as the gun control amendment that it is. 3. Gunmakers, gun controlled lawmakers, local gun use advocates get the shame and the blame each time a shooting occurs, mass or otherwise.

Here are graphics that you might have seen elsewhere, but they’re worth seeing again. If you want to dig a little more into the numbers, go to this website: mass shooting tracker.

gun deaths vs terrorism deathsmass shootings graphic

Uh-oh. Gotta close the windows.

Mabon                                                                     Elk Rut Moon

Started physical therapy for my arthritis, scoliosis, muscle tightness on Thursday. Dana, my therapist, is a very sharp woman, maybe early 40’s. She has me tucking my chin into my chest, folding my shoulder blades up, then down and paying attention to the tilt of my head in a mirror. The muscle relaxant I’ve been given is peculiar. It has a sedative effect and knocks me out when I take it. But, each night at 1:15-1:19, it wears off and I wake up. It’s half life goes on a bit longer so I get back to sleep pretty well.

Tonight though, it’s 2:00 a.m. right now, I woke up at 1:15 and noticed a flash of light. Then some thunder. Then the sound of rain drops. Ooops. I’d forgotten to shut the windows in the loft. No. I shut them. No. I didn’t. It’ll be ok. It won’t rain much. You don’t know that. Oh, alright. So up I came. Sure enough the windows were open. Not raining much, but hard to predict.

Kate and I went into Conifer last night for appetizers and every restaurant we tried had 25-30 minute wait times. Unusual. Tourists out for something. People drive away from their homes, even come to stay for a few days, to get to the place where Kate and I live. Sorta neat. Except when the restaurant wait times are 25-30 minutes. We turned around, drove past our house and on down Black Mountain Drive to Brook Forest Inn. Good choice. This old lodge is between Evergreen and Conifer, just like we are, out of the way for tourist traffic unless you’re staying there.

And, the food is good. It’s the local joint closest to our house. We’re semi-regulars there now and are beginning to get to know people. We may go over there on Sunday for the Vikings-Broncos game. Cutting cable means no local channels, so no football.

 

Pope Meets Kim Davis. So What?

Mabon                                                                  Elk Rut Moon

So. The pope met with Kim Davis. And certain parties are saying it means he’s lost all the good will he garnered while here earlier. Do I like that he’s giving aid and moral cover to what I consider a bankrupt moral position? No. Does that negate his calls for action on climate change, caring for the poor, the prisoner? No.

Politics is not this or that, black or white. Politics demands, to use a phrase coined by G. Bush I, coalitions of the willing.  So, we disagree with the pope on same-sex marriage. So what? To engage in litmus test politics is to swing ourselves into the so-called values voters camp. That is, a politics in which a single issue can signal up or down support of a person or a policy.

I’m personally delighted with the pope’s underscoring of climate change urgency. Climate change is one thing, gay rights another. Unless you haven’t followed Roman Catholic doctrine, he’s following the orthodox line when he supports those who stand against gay rights and gay marriage. We don’t need him or the Catholic church on gay rights. Having him and the larger Catholic church pushing for change on the climate front? Good news. We can use the help.

 

Can I Hear You Now?

Mabon                                                                                   Elk Rut Moon

More testing of the new hearing aid. We went out last night to Brook Forest Inn, the closest eating place to our house, about 2 miles toward Evergreen on Black Mountain Drive. TV’s were on and people chattered in the background. Doors opened and closed. After prompting by Kate I sat with my left ear to her and my right (good) ear to the noise.

She asked me how I was doing. I said, “Well, you can probably tell better than I can.” She had not had to repeat herself, even sitting on my left, to my deaf ear.

The technology, whatever it is, is pretty amazing. It seems to fade into the background, just doing its job helping me hear. OK. I just looked up the noise filtering tech and my eyes crossed. Whatever it is, it works pretty well in the environments where I’ve tried it so far.

A minor revelation, along the lines of seeing stars clearly with new glasses, is the clacking of my computer keyboard and the mouse. Too, eating is particularly noisy. All that chewing sound that comes with vegetables. Who knew? Well, everybody but me, apparently. The last and oddest revelation is the different version of my voice. A gravely, low pitched sound comes to me when I start talking. Weird.

I have not yet tried the new tech on the grandkids. Their voices are very difficult for me to hear and I’m hoping that will improve.

Final thought. Many people, when considering the question, say they would be lost without their sight. Can’t imagine it. But, those of us with hearing loss, especially profound deafness as I have in my left ear, know that hearing is the relationship sense. It’s how feelings, wishes, desires, the subtle cues of how we’re getting along with others transit from one singularity to another. Imagine life without being able to hear I love you. Imagine being unable to hold a nuanced conversation about some matter of intimate importance. Or, a nuanced conversation of any sort.

Even with sign language, in which a nuanced conversation  is possible, the number of people with whom you can hold one is severely limited. Not many people know sign.

I can’t imagine life without sight either, but I know that life without sound would be devastating.