Wheels is on board

Looks like we’ll be heading out on Friday, and with both of us driving, we’ll get there probably by Sunday night. Hopefully we’ll be in camp by Monday, because no one likes spending their own cash on hotel rooms and food, although Mr. Mikes is beckoning to me. This should be an adventure, because I haven’t spent any amount of time with my old pal since the 90’s, so he probably doesn’t know about my IBS and lactose intolerance. It wouldn’t be bad with the lactose intolerance, except for the fact that we are going right past the Thornloe Cheese Factory, and they have the best curd in all the land.

I also get to stop in and see my friend Jenny and her dogs in Haileybury. I never get to visit my northern friends anymore, because they are about six hours away, and I never have enough time. That kind of bites ass, because I made a lot of friends while I was there, and I wouldn’t mind stopping in for a beer with them every so often. Unfortunately, we won’t have a lot of time for visiting on our way through, but hopefully on the way home I’ll get a chance. I really miss Northern Ontario sometimes, with their cheap farmland, beautiful landscapes, and some of the finest people on the planet. I would like to spend a vacation up there one summer, or maybe fall because we all know how I hate the Jesus blackflies.

We’ve been cocooning since we came back from my sister’s last night. We love impromptu dinner invitations as we’re shopping for what to eat, it completely makes our day, on account of we don’t have to make anything. I maybe ate too much, but there was slow cooked roast beef, pork chops, taters, veggies, rolls and delicious cheesecake. It was all so good, and I made a glutton of myself, as I’ve been doing a lot as of late. I’ve really been packing the weight on over the last month, and I’m not sure why. I guess it could be a mini depression or something, but whatever it is, it had better smarten the fuck up by spring. I need to have my bikini body by then for whatever trip we go on.

I need to get out of this funk, and realize that I don’t want to spend another day driving into the city in a truck.(thanks, baby) The only way to change that, is to just change it. No more taking the first job that comes along, I need to knuckle down and focus on what I want, not what I can do relatively well. I am quite confident that I’ll be good at whatever I put my mind to, as long as I enjoy it, and it interests me, and I’ll also be a lot better off by doing something that stimulates my noodle and gets me thinking. I don’t know anymore, I just know that the way I’ve been doing it hasn’t been working out so far. My problem has always been that I have always been afraid of not getting a job, so as soon as one is offered I jump all over it. Then I don’t look for a better job, because I have one, and either don’t have the time or the energy. I imagine that there are a lot of folks in the same boat, and I really feel for them.

What happened to the old days where people took up a trade or career, not because that was all that was available, but because that was what interested them? I guess that the globalization of the economy had something to do with it. I don’t understand the appeal of having global trade, when everything we buy is coming from countries that are working so cheap that shipping is less expensive than having something produced here. We have people here, that can make sweatshirts, phones, tables etc…, why do we need to ship our resources abroad to have the finished product sent back at a hugely inflated price. I keep thinking about how we’ve been trained to accept this as the norm, when, even thirty years ago, there were all kinds of jobs for anyone who wanted to work. It scares the shit out of me, that a few people can have that much power, and we gave it to them. We have people camped out in parks, protesting, stinking and dying for a cause that we’ve allowed to get so far out of control, that they feel that it’s the only viable option. They are out there in their Bangladeshi made ponchos, Taiwanese shoes and sleeping in their Chinese tents and sleeping bags, while fighting the people that they bought the shit from.

I don’t agree with the Occupy wherever you are movement, because we live in a capitalist society, but I do agree that something has to be done, and these people are only doing what they feel is right, or they are jumping on a bandwagon with no direction. Either way, it isn’t going to help. The people that they are protesting own everything. If you want to fight against them, everyone needs to chip in and buy some cheap land in the boonies, and start a commune. That way you can actually do something productive, while living in your tents. Grow your own food, harvest your own wool, make your own way, without giving these people the money that you seem to want to keep so desperately. You can do it, as long as you sell enough of your hippy arts and crafts to pay your taxes that is. Hopefully you don’t need to go to the hospital though, that’s a long way to ride horseback or walk when you’re sick, and if you are denouncing the commercialist society, you surely won’t have a car.

Fact of the matter is, you need their products right now, but you can wean yourself off of the shit that they produce, and when their bottom line starts to get smaller, maybe they will start to change the way they do business. I doubt it, but you never know. Maybe when the government refuses to bail them out once again, and makes them responsible for their own actions, maybe then something will happen. Until then, I’ll head west to help them rape the land, by getting their rigs into their leases with a big, diesel water truck and a dream of something better.

Have a great depression,


P.S. The reason this post is so late, is because we stayed in bed until after 2 PM. Don’t hate us because we’re slovenly.

2 thoughts on “Wheels is on board

  1. Gonna miss ya Birdman, but as someone who goes to Atikokan every summer to spend some quality time with good friends and a great daughter, I can totally relate to your love of the north. The only way it could be better would be to move it closer, but I guess that would be counter productive!

    Be safe and stay in touch
    All my love

    • Why thank you, extremely soft version of Smarty. If the north was closer, all of the assholes would go on welfare and move there, and then we wouldn’t like it anymore. I will miss your leathery face at work, and your witty banter as well. You have my number, feel free to call it whenever your longing gets too much.

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