So work has slowed down and I am attempting to make money with a sprout selling business, in collaboration with a fellow I met during my weed walk workshop. We'll see how that goes. At least i have time for my other projects. Today I took part in a root cellar tour put on by the Ecology Action Centre and got to see three very different systems of storing food. i plan to put one in my basement. We rent the house so it will be removable- wall panels that may just be bolted with screws to the joists and each other. I will put the glass back in the window when we leave.
Last Thursday I hooked up with <a href="http://wayofthepreserver.com/wiki/index.php/Main_Page
">Way of the Preserver</a> who have a truck but cannot drive it, and away we went to the scrap yard to get timbers and supplies for the root cellar and their greenhouse. I learned quickly enough how to drive standard and am feeling impressed with myself. The WOTP kids are quite crazy, above average intelligence and they know it, the kind to put Ubuntu on their phones. They are old enough to live on their own but not enough to do the dishes or cook proper mealsl. we almost got kicked out of Value Village when they started juggling basketballs. On our way out they bitterly critiqued our culture's oppressive standards of maturity.
We arrived a bit late at the scrapyard and the kids got locked out while I was dropping the first load at their house. Not all of it was there and the workers at the yard had tried to change prices on items several times so we were suspicious that the omission was intentional. we decided to come back the next morning with reinforcements and, well, enforce the matter.
The next morning I was touched that two other members of the secular order were there to assist me, expecially considering that as a person of faith I am not a true member but a welcome ally. Their leader took his responsibility seriously to care for and defend his flock. In a country without a king I can see the value in having such a figure, who takes those responsiblities seriously. We got the shortfall fibreglass indeed and picked up some 2x4's. "TT" is a slight young man with no respect for authority and a desire to climb everything. When I arrived that morning he was wearing bunny ears and had been chatting online all night. When we got back he had passed out on the couch like an emaciated, shaggy atheist puppy. I can't help but scratch his ears when I'm around him.
So all's well that ends well, I enjoy hanging out with the apocalyptic crew while the Transition members are still digging their way out from underneath piles of work deadlines.