Thursday - One week till Moving Out

This morning my eyes opened at 0630, according to plan.yesterday I slept till 0900 as my body recovered from the abuse I dealt it as part of this moving process.

Both V and I are paying the physical price for maintaining our focus on leaving the Westwood Hills subdivision. The place feels “safe” and has the convenience of good roads, neighbours who do a fair job of hiding their discomfort with having a gay couple in their neighbourhood, and the lovely enfolding fog from time to time. But there’s no doubt that it was our dissatisfaction with the neighbourhood that impelled up to put this house up for sale.

We were no alone in our feelings, since around the time we listed our house, several others in the subdivision went up for sale. We don’t have facts about their reasons for leaving. Some may have been frightened of smoke from an industrial asphalt plant that is planned for construction far enough away to present a sensible threat. My feeling is that the nasty character of a lot of residents was revealed during the dog poop crisis of 2018. 

Dog poop was the catalyst that showed the weakness of character and the situation that many residents find themselves trapped by. At its height, random residents would stop their cars and berate dog owners who were allowing their dogs to poop outside as if the dog poop had been abandoned by the owner without it being duly collected. There are parents that give the responsibility for dog walking to children who clearly allow their dogs to shit in the walking paths on the roadsides without the tiniest attempt to move it. Additionally there have been tirades against people who drive 6 mph over the posted speed limit (which is clearly posted too low for an arterial road). Some of the residents are pathologically entitled and may enjoy the extra rules created by deed covenants to unfairly persecute their neighbours. 

The area was imagined as a nature friendly, people friendly place,but has devolved into a mean spirited divided place. The changes to the laws about mortgage qualification have driven down resale prices and as a consequence created a prison for people who bought in this subdivision during the recent years when real estate prices began to escalate at a modest 2-3% per year. No-one is making money on houses priced above $300,000 here.  In order to escape this Hotel California-esque enclave of beautiful houses that are occupied by wage slaves that have no time for family or neighbours except to criticize them, people must be able to take a significant financial loss. Most people can’t do that, and the cost of moving adds insult to injury. We will be losing about $50,000 in order to leave. Thankfully our freedom from a mortgage makes this possible as well as being able to buy our replacement house just outside the metropolitan commuter circle.

I will feel relieve to arrive in our new home in the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia. There will be work to do and we’ll be able to set up time targets for its completion that per it us to avoid soreness and aches that result from having to get too many things done, unaided. Had we the option of getting help from a person who can lift boxes easily then our tasks of sorting and packing would have been accomplished more quickly and enjoyably. By not having the many micro-injuries the time between tasks would have been shortened because the physical recovery time wouldn’t have been needed.

There Re some discards from our house that need to be take to their destination.our final trash collection by the municipality takes place on the coming Monday,and we must not miss it. Our last deposition of trash, which must be small, in in an oil-barrel trash can at a seldom used playground 15 minutes from here. That may sound a bit irresponsible but the trash will be packed and make its way in entirety to a place where it will be handled with the appropriate care.  One or our neighbours would handle things differently- by putting the garbage in an old oil barrel by their laneway and setting fire to it. Credit to them for being rebels in the face of a legalistic deed covenant by maybe they could have had a public infraction of the covenant in a way they stunk less and fouled the breathing gasses of their trapped neighbours less carelessly.

My schedule plate for today is quite full. I feel good that in my retirement that I’m not mouldering away, obsessed with grandchildren that won’t recognize my face in a photo 20 years from now. I think that compassion is a very i important thing. However grandchildren relations for some people I have met isn’t always the clearest demonstration of that virtue. To me I see a sad and lonely person being exploited by their children, who,it turn are being exploited by their employers who demand more surplus value from them without providing adequate child care for their offspring. Capitalism ensures that social services are under constant attack. On the grandparent service side, they engage with the children as I do with pets. They make me feel important without doing much else than providing food and refraining from cruelty towards them. In he end the children’s peers, programmed by mass media, directed by the idiocratic oligarchy of the uber-wealthy will direct their value system. Grandad and granny’s wise words will have meant nothing. All sacrifices will have been consumed by the kleptocratic corptocracy.

As individuals and a society,such that it is, we don’t have much time left. The organizational psychologists in the employ of the Trumpist theocracy lovers have determined the best way to control their flocks of humans through manipulation of reality. Reality comes out of radios, TVs and the Facebook’s  Internet. If we continue to do things the same way, then we will continue to be farmed. In that case, degeneration to hyena like awareness would be most fitting. We can surrender our humanity,which to the uber-wealthy is a highly exploitable weakness. By doing this we can surreptitiously exploit our neighbours, be it by burning our throw offs into the common air, stealing what isn’t nailed down and fully surveilled and persecuting the innocent without concern from the safety of our keyboards.

The other option is to work with intensity to escape our invisible bonds to a system that only seeks maximum extraction of value from workers. Since the mindset of the overseers has infected, or propagated to dry human conscience-free tinder,the work needs to focus on elimination of such political poison in the working class as well. The propaganda of the Empire has roosted in the batty belfries of a fair number of workers. Internalized capitalism affects most people, but relishing the suffering of others in the same class is a low that must be eradicated. In Slavery days, it was sometimes other slaves that bore the whip that cut their fellow’s back and humiliated those whose sought to rise and crush injustices. The parameters of Class traitorism need to be identified which will make use of the otherwise unattractive characteristic displayed by the dog-poop and 7 mph civilian persecution force that at least infects some subdivisions.

How we can overturn a system that has become invisible by the attention stealing media is a problem lacking a solution. Workers have nothing to lose but their chains is a truism for an era without highly pervasive electronic communication channels. I shall remain alert in event that 5e solution has been created and recorded, awaiting only eyes to see it a mind to comprehend it and the ambition to implements it. I’ve been looking for a solution for a long time, although one that works on an individual. Should a person be determined , they can fee themselves. The System can also respond in ways that removes such an option before enough people recognize that they are unfree. Person-by-person sequential solutions are not going to be effective.

My trajectory is the investigation of spirit communication with entities that are much smarter than I with access to far more information than a human can process. That entity may have a useful strategy. Another element will be to develop,into a Bard. The stories that circulate and are promoted by the System are those that confound our minds and enslave us. We need new myths. The new ones are foul and dark, and the old ones have been edited to remove the empowerment factor, or they’ve been erased.

A new start is needed for all of us.