The World Goes South While Sharon Cleans Under Her Couch
Sharon June 12th, 2008
Yikes - cheery news all around, no? Let’s see, Spain and Portugal are essentially shut down, half a dozen countries are experiencing massive fuel or food riots. The race for most appalling dramatic gesture by a desperately poor person struggling to survive is being run between the farmers in Karnataka who rioted and demanded either fertilizer so they could grow food or poison so they could kill themselves, and the Thai fishermen who are setting their own boats on fire, because they have no hope of ever surviving.
This is peak oil, people. Yes, it is muddied up with other things - but it is peak oil, and it looks, kinda horribly like what all the peak oil people have been talking about for all these years. It sucks big green donkey dicks. It is sad and lousy.
Meanwhile, I, who could be keeping you up to date on all of the world’s doom, or at least finalizing the list of post apocalyptic novels so that we can get really cheerful, am abandoning you and the world stage for a while. You see a whole bunch of my family is coming for the weekend, and, well, I don’t think anyone’s going to buy the argument that I couldn’t clean the house or weed the garden because of the situation in Karnataka. I’m taking a break to discover what horrors lurk under the couch. Four children plus 2 dogs, plus 4 cats plus 2 indifferent housekeepers means that something horrible, often several somethings, always do show up.
If you are wondering where I am, maybe because you tried to register for one of the courses, I promise I’m not ignoring you. Or rather, I am, but only because there are drifts of dog hair the size of snowdrifts in my living room, not because I don’t care. I promise I’ll email everyone after a few days of quiet denial and frantic scrubbing.
Wishing everyone a doom-free weekend.
Sharon
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I think you should change your name to Cassandra
Naaah - seriously. I know what it’s like to have the visitors descend upon you. No time is ever convenient, even though they’re people you love to death and enjoy having to stay.
Don’t worry too much about the dog hair. Just save it and knit a jumper.
In the meanwhile, look at the good things you’ve got. Everyone is pretty much safe and well, for now.
While not as pressing as Food Riots, I thought you’d like to know that the CBC in Canada aired a discussion on food speculation and the consolidation of farms yesterday (June 12th) in part 3 of their current events show “The Current.” I was listening online at the link below. If you make can it through the um, fertiliser, suggested by one of the earlier guests, the response of the last guest makes it worth listening to (even if you need to be scrubbing at the same time).
http://www.cbc.ca/thecurrent/2008/200806/20080612.html
L’shalom,
kt
I was amused to see a reference to PO as something that is now taken serious by scientist and other grown up people, not just a crack pot theory believe in by people who post on the topic. However, it was written in such a way to suggest not that the crack pots were right, but that they come up with the crazy idea, and hey, guess what, by some random chance the tin foil hat wears were worried about something that was real.
The world will go south no matter what we do. It doesn’t mean we can’t be happy. Nobody knows what’s gonna happen next. In the meantime the day s beautiful, the cat’s on my lap, the grandbaby is nearly here,kids are coming to visit.
I did the sofa last month. The new collection of dust bunnies is under my bed.
Oh, Sharon you clean house like I do. We have to have company several times a year just so we’ll get a little deeper cleaned.
I’ve posted my independence days update at http://[email protected]
It’s been a big week with a nieghborhood garden up and running.
The things I have drifting around my house are called “dust rhinos”….
#Daharja beat me to the knitting with dog hair comment!
Enjoy your company. Family will be increasingly important, right? So it’s on topic.
At the risk of sounding Flyladyish…let’s all look under our couches. Bonus points for grossest, funniest, and weirdest items.
Let’s see, live cat, snorkel, Snuggle Puppy book, guinea pig poops (eyew), one of those doohickeys you clean the gunk off car batteries with, ruler, wooden egg, My Teacher is an Alien book, toddler socks, crumbs, roaches (eyew!)…I’m going to be down here awhile….
Tamara — woww…I’m so glad that my couch sits flat on the floor (it is in fact a giant upholstered block of foam) and doesn’t accumulate more than a thin layer of dust. On the other hand, we’re not talking about what’s living under my bed…
Sounds a bit passive-aggressive towards Southerners.
You can’t save the South too?
LOL, I’ve always assumed that goes south meant umm..straight down, to a much hotter clime.
I have already repressed what was under my couch, thankfully. The post-apocalyptic novels I can handle. Under the couch scares me ;-).
Sharon