Looking out toward the road
The ATV is tucked into the woodshed. On a sunny winter day I will sit in the red chair and soak up the light. Sheds still have lots of wood for a burner we no longer have, and miss so much
I had a great long chat with my Aunt S. yesterday afternoon. She and I are both members of this strange family by marriage so we often have something to complain about. Since our husbands passed away, we found ourselves "outside" of the family circle.
When we get on the blower, it's not unusual for us to be an hour or two setting the world back on it's feet. The big topic of conversation yesterday was getting things fixed. I was telling her about a CBC Radio broadcast I had been listening to earlier in the day. The topic of that was the Right To Repair Law which is in effect in many locations. Aunt S. told me how lucky I am to have a fellow like M. available to fix anything and everything that breaks or just needs servicing. (He looks after her stuff too). She went on to tell me how useless her son in law was in that respect. (M. looks after his stuff as well! Keeping it all in the family, even though it isn't his family.) Her son in law was raised in an old fashioned family who encouraged their children to get university educations, at great sacrifice to the parents. As a result, F. never had to lift a finger to do a darn thing. Now F. son C. has no aptitude for anything either. Aunt S and I were talking about how society is losing the fixers. Young people are not being taught, nor encouraged to learn how to take care of stuff. It breaks, they replace it.
Going back to the program I was listening to: One of the speakers was talking about how young people do not have a clue about changing batteries in things. The batteries die, they throw the thing into the landfill and buy new. How many people will discard an item because it requires at $500 repair, but they will pay $2000 or $3000 for it's replacement (which is often of inferior quality to the first). This is something M. sees too often. We have a number of tractors and snowblowers in our shop yard that simply need a fix that the original owner didn't think was practical. He was showing me a part that just came in to fix a very large newer, high end snowblower. It is a dash piece. It is of such flimsy plastic! M. figures it will be smashed in no time too.
We had a pretty good snowfall over night (though nothing compared to our friends in the lee of the lakes!) I got the snow pushers out and cleared off the two porches. M got the big IH Case tractor out and did the lane. It is heavy wet stuff so he had to plow, not blow. He was still poking the snow out of the blower with a big stick though. When that wet snow freezes in the works it can cause a lot of damage. We are anticipating lots of calls about snow blowers with broken belts in the coming days. They will be out of luck because M. is booked solid almost until Christmas and I am insisting he not get ahead of himself and get sick again.