Had a dribble/leak. No big deal. Caught it before it became a gusher.
Oh-well. This is the new game.
The topic of fresh water brings up a limited and finite resource that we can’t live without.
I talk about retirement, and pretty much that is all about living below your means and living in a sustainable manner.
A frequent topic is Capitalism and the distribution of wealth. Capitalism has its good, the bad, and the ugly. Understand that in Capitalism an underclass is a necessary structural element, a scapegoat, a class to exploit, and a class to make Capitalism work.
So now with my low level Cancer (slow growing B-Cell Lymphoma/CAD) and my aggressive Prostate Cancer, I am presented with limits.
My point here is knowing the limits and boundaries is actually kinda profound thinking and discussion here. Capitalism tends to dismiss limits.
I’m reminded of a Clint Eastwood film, I think “Dirty Harry,” where he mentions “I know you are thinking did I shoot 5 or 6 shots” and eloquently emphasizes the word “Punk,” and questions, “Do you feel lucky, Punk?”
Then there is mention of something about living within limits that I don’t remember…
Am I wrong thinking that the Hudson Valley is likely one of or the most likely places in the U.S. with the most stable water supply? A decade ago I thought and mentioned here in this embedded blog that I included the Pacific Northwest, but with the acceleration of global warming that no longer is true.
So do I feel lucky being able to live in the shelter of the Hudson Valley? Certainly I do. I feel a bit insulated, and likely will have luck and geography on my side to help ensure my survival.
I’m dealing and negotiating risks and limits.
Also I am reconsidering my health issues, and it seems likely, probable, and possible to have a healthy lifespan that is active into my mid eighties and perhaps beyond.
To be realistic, remaining active and independent is UBER important to me, and also “Maggie.” Getting into my 90’s and remaining independent and active while a possibility, also is kinda remote. Oh-well… might be time to get put down, but my hope is to defy nature… Anyways we know the limits, the odds, and the probabilities…
I spotted and stopped a leak before it became a gusher. As I write this I should pee again, but I trust my luck to finish this post before I lose control in a blink of an eye. This risky behavior that is unnecessary seems to be in the spirit and culture of runaway Capitalism.
Off to pee, then I’ll look for typo’s and editing…
Cal