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Category: Rural and small-town living

Life far from freeways, Starbucks, malls, and other benefits/distractions


I hit the last garage sale of the season and … … Score! $2 each for five-gallon gas cans. Pre-repaired, besides. Take that, stupid EPA! The linked article by Jeffrey Tucker makes me laugh: The whole trend [toward unvented gas cans] began in (wait for it) California. Regulations began in 2000, with the idea of preventing spillage. The notion spread and was picked up by the EPA, which is always looking for new and innovative ways to spread as much human misery as possible. Of course regulations have been circumvented by polite Freedom Outlaws ever since. And those who don’t…


Those gorgeous waning days

Yesterday was the best of this extraordinary October. Temps in the low 70s, no wind, sunshine. It was also, I knew, the last of the great days, which made it very poignant as well as making me want to stay outside — a choice of which Ava heartily approved. We managed by running errands, taking extra walks, and then (because of construction traffic) a long detour into the country. —– This particular detour is a pretty as anything we’ve got around here. It runs along river and wetland, through tiny pocket neighborhoods, and past farms. Friendly and bucolic. It also…


In the garden

From yesterday: There’s something about watching a healthy young guy do sweaty, muscle-taxing “man’s work.” After he’d chopped up three designated planting areas for me. The Wandering Monk and I talked a while. We unfortunately agreed that much of the upcoming crop of young men — with their declining testosterone, estrogen-mimicking soy-and-plastic diets, and cultural castration — will be incapable of doing this sort of work. And that will be a loss both to them and to the women of their generation. To society, as well. Of course, my generation wasn’t fond of sweaty manual labor, either, and as a…


A F*c*b**k privacy encounter

I picked up a prescription yesterday morning and paid with a card I’ve had for a long time. Except the bank just sent me the new version of it and it’s “contactless.” I’ve never had and don’t want a contactless card. Even if I did, half the terminals in my town, includin the one at the drug store, still can’t handle the previous tech update (those sloowwwww chips), let alone tap-and-go. But the bank has a different view of my needs. The card still works the old-fashioned way, too, of course. So there I was at the counter, unwrapping it…


Ouches and grouches

I walked into the eye doc’s office yesterday morning without an appointment and walked out with blessed relief. Or at least a prescription for blessed relief. As I’d begun to suspect, the doc said the little villain in my eye was gone, but it had left behind a sore spot. Anti-inflammatory eye drops should do the trick. At first they did. I expected them to take a couple of days for full effect, but surprisingly I felt better after the first dose. My eye felt better, anyhow. The rest of me felt “rode hard and put up wet” after too…


Midweek musings

I got up early this morning and the quality of the moonlight slanting in from the west was so striking it reminded me of that old barbershop quartet song. Orion appeared above the trees, fully visible for the first time this season. Through a trick of the light, it stood alone. While moonlight and mist obscured most stars, Orion was clear and strong. Even the fuzzy “stars” of his sword were visible. Although generally when it comes to the sky I couldn’t tell Cassiopeia from the Perseid meteor shower, I learned to love this constellation when I was a kid…


Tuesday links

  • J.D. Tuccille on Google and privatized authoritarianism.
  • If there’s a hell, a very low ring should be reserved for petty bureaucrats who use the law against good, kind, brave people. The charges against Tammie Hedges for administering medicine to rescued pets and “soliciting a controlled substance” are barbaric. Good thing her legal fundraiser is surpassing all expectations.
  • The U.S. is about to get its first “robot brothel.” Don’t expect this to be The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. (H/T DB) 4 Comments
  • Monday links

  • Solar panels replaced paving on several roadways. For the environment and the climate and all, you know. Results were predictably underwhelming. Quite expensive, too.
  • Commander Zero, who knows whereof he speaks when it comes to preparedness, says Joel’s current experiment in living off an Augason Farms emergency food kit won’t end happily. I’m pretty sure Joel would have agreed from day one.
  • Speaking of which, Wired says that the science behind disaster preparedness kits is a disaster. They have suggestions some of us might not agree with, but the article’s interesting. 12 Comments
  • Two for MamaLiberty (one for the future)

    1. An invitation to attend the scattering of Susan’s ashes Daniel Wiener, brother-in-law of Susan Callaway (the late MamaLiberty), posted this in comments: Sandi Wiener (Susan’s sister) and I will be in Newcastle [Wyoming] at the end of September (the 25th through the 27th), and during that time we’ll be spreading Susan’s ashes (probably on Wednesday, Sept. 26th). Susan was not much for ceremonies, and we won’t be having any big memorial service or anything. But if any of her friends would like to join us when we spread her ashes, let us know. (Email sandi-at-oldcrone-dot-com.) 2. Help Susan’s friend…

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    The option of staying put, part II (conclusion)

    You’ve seen two parts of Kit’s piece on Strategic Relocation, and the first part of my “staying put” counterpoint. I don’t know whether Kit has more to post, but here’s my second and final part. Kit’s arguments are more dynamic, as you’d expect from the “go” rather than “stay put” viewpoint. But together I hope we both offer food for thought. We originally wrote these for people less advanced in the ways of freedom than most readers of this blog, so if you like them you might want to send the links to young upcoming freedom seekers or people you…