Accidental Change

 I was trying out new blog looks on preview mode and realized somehow one mode was saved, changing my blog look for good.  Oops.  Then I couldn't find my old look template so I could change back to the old familiar.  Oh well.  Change is good, I hear.

I've got to get my brakes done.  The rear ones.  That whooshing sound?  It never went away and only got louder and its a brake scraping all right and now its really noisy and embarrassing its so loud when I go to stop.   

My dear money pit car.

I went to the park yesterday after I returned the five cats, where I was told there are but two left, not the three they thought, to still get fixed.  They said a kitten has vanished.  They're not sure when, since they kind of swarm when fed and look alike.  I was gifted four more reservations to fill for this Friday, so I'll try to catch those two for them and be done with that one then.   It's a nice gift for that family since they were fearful of the population explosion about to come.

Anyway, I went to the park then, and saw a woman who seemed to be looking for something and I asked her if she was indeed looking for something and she was.  She was looking for a dead deer and this was the camp hosts wife, whom I'd never met before.  It was nice to finally meet her.  I went wandering to look myself for the reported dead fawn, and saw it immediately right by the front of the dog park almost against the fence.  It's tongue was out and it lay on it side, its neck looking slightly twisted.  There were no marks on it otherwise that I could see.  I think it may have broken its neck running against the dog park fence but I have no idea.  Maybe it was hit by car on the park road, although the speed limit is I think 10 or 15 mph, but that is widely ignored.  Or even shot.  It hadn't been dead that long and that is a highly used area.  Someone probably saw what happened to the poor thing.  

The camps hosts took it away in a little cart.  The poor thing wasn't very old and I wonder how sad its mother is right now, maybe watching from the woods, although the thin bit of woods there between the park and town were full of frisbee golf people.  

Sometimes I think how harsh life is for animals and birds, in many places.  We humans group together and survive that way.  I watch the show Alone, where they drop people in the woods alone to survive long as they can.  They have no food and only ten or twelve survival tools allowed.  When I watch that show I marvel at the amount of food required to sustain one person.  One guy even killed a musk ox and still lost a ton of weight in the time he was there.   Another man on a different season of the show killed a moose, and numerous fish and other animals to survive merely two months.  He too lost a great deal of weight and was thin to begin with.   These are highly skilled survivalists.

That's how come I am so grateful we have food farmers who feed the world, because its really tough to keep up the calories to live on your own even if you are a highly skilled survivalist, as are the participants on the show Alone.  Animals and birds have to try to find food somehow every single day no matter how lousy the weather is or how fierce the competition for very limited food.

Speaking of animals, wouldn't it be nice to hibernate through the dreary winter?   Would you sleep for a month or two if you could somehow?

It's almost Thanksgiving.  I'll end all my posts til then telling what I'm very thankful for and this first one I'll say I'm very thankful for all the people who grow food.   I like to buy food directly at the farm, like from the strawberry farmers down on Seven Mile.  But I also love Grandpas Market too over on 226.  That farm store has affordable vegetables and fruits, in season.   One of my favorites.    Anyway, the people in Oregon are astounding for their desire and ability to grow all sorts of food and also to cook it.  We have some great chefs and restaurants that serve up unbelievable locally grown food dishes.  

Thank you Oregon food farmers and chefs of all kinds!

Andrew says farmers are in it to make money and that's true.  They're not in it to not make money.   What a smart ass idiot I've become.  I was just trying to play Thanksgiving gratitude games on my blog to pretend I'm sincere about a holiday that I totally don't give a rip about.   Yup, Thanksgiving is another I think I'd feel really dumb feel good promoting.   Pilgrims and Natives sharing food.  Nice.  Then pilgrims and other religious and non religious groups from Europe continent originally, move west and south in hordes and take over the land from sea to shining sea and in the process rip it from the natives, kill them and destroy their entire lives, herd whats left of them onto little plots of icky land and later take much of that too.  Which is the way of conquerers throughout history but I don't think its very realistic to create some feel good togetherness holiday from some little gathering, at the start of the carnage, back in Plymouth, MA.   

Also I can't help but laugh at people dressing up, saying prayers, around a laden table featuring some hapless big turkey or ham carcass, because what I see, gathered around the table on Thanksgiving, are feral humans, savage and wild, fangs dripping blood while lips whisper homages to their gods.

We sure like to whitewash up all the gore of history and life.  Some of it won't hold the paint though.

So I'll quit with my own homages to holidays I find a bit revolting.