Share Your World (1 June 2020)

Monday. Melanie over at Sparks From A Combustible Mind has released a fresh batch of Share Your World questions. This week, she asks:

Is it ever okay to commit a crime?  Please explain.

Okay, define “crime”.

I think we all have a sense of right and wrong. Within that, we should try to do right. I think that society as a whole has sense of right and wrong. It lists the wrongs, it calls them laws.

Over the years I have come to the conclusion that by far the majority of society’s laws make sense. In other words, our moral compasses coincide with each other.

In those areas where our compasses do not coincide, mine take precedence. So, in that sense, I have no guilt in committing a “crime” (as defined by society) if it goes against my compass. I can imagine that society might have a problem with that.

I suspect most people are like me, willing to go along with most of the rules because they make sense. I guess the bigger problem comes when somebody is not. For example, when somebody thinks that murder is acceptable.

Do you deal with change well?  (not money, because I know some wit out there is thinking how bulky coins are. Well I did any how.    ) 

Actually the other version of the question is more informative. I used to sift out my change, and only put coins of GBP1 and GBP2 back into my purse. The reason? I can’t really tell the difference between the smaller coins. Well, I can, but I need time and light. So I used to put smaller coins into a jar, periodically bag them up and take them to the bank. I can’t do that any more because they closed the bank branch. So now, I mostly just throw the smaller coins away. Another example where living a disabled life is more expensive…

On to the real point of the question, I’m actually very good with change. Working in technology demands it. A new approach to do this or that. Initially, for the first few weeks, there was this feeling of oh, shit, what have I got myself into? That gradually got replaced by a smugness as I realised that I was a lot more familiar with something than most everybody else. In fact, that’s how I earned my living. The next technology, the loop would start over.

Sometimes I could blag the oh, shit moment, but mostly it paid to be honest. Clients understood that it was new territory all round, although they were looking to me to learn and to take the lead.

On political change, I think it is necessary, so I think there has to be change, evolution. But we have a responsibility to properly think through changes, to get them right. Did the guy who decided to close the bank branch realise it would fuck customers up, for example? Actually, that’s probably a bad example – I’m sure they knew full well and that it didn’t matter one bit.

I’m using the Block Editor to write this post, by the way.

Do you like birds?   The sound of bird song in the morning, taking pictures of them, as food?   

I used to be a keen photographer and enjoyed photographing birds, among other things. It wouldn’t be unusual for me to drive fifty-odd miles if the fancy took me. This was on a visit to a town called Blandford Forum in Dorset, where the draw was kingfishers and otters. I was lucky enough to see both.

In addition I could sit for hours at the big window in my house, with long lens, waiting for winter birds to visit our feeders.

I tend not to eat birds. It has been known, but mostly I am vegetarian now. I got squeamish about eating chicken ever since we kept our own hens. Hens are wonderful creatures, but given half a chance will shit on the kitchen floor.

I do quite like birdsong, but boy, it is loud at the moment.

What’s the least used item of clothing you own?

To be honest, lots of my old clothing is unused now. It’s a shame, because it is nice stuff, too.

For one, the stroke engendered a feeling of can’t be bothered in many things, including what I wear. For another, I was a size S at the time of the stroke, and am easily an XL now. I can’t do laces any more, so most of my old shoes are out. I have some workarounds.

These days I have a circuit of maybe a half-dozen tops, two pairs of trousers. Undies and socks I still just use as before. I just cycle through these clothes, washing them every ten days or so. I have two coats, one for summer and one for winter. I’m not really interested in anything more. Mostly I live in loungewear anyway.

If you care to share, what are you grateful for?  

I had a row with my wife and we haven’t spoken to each other since Saturday afternoon. I am grateful for the peace and quiet.


Fandango’s One Word Challenge (1 June 2020)

When my daughter was small, we went out for tea and scones once. It was a beautiful day so we sat outside, on the lawn.

Look at those two pigeons! my daughter exclaimed. One of them is giving the other a piggy back!

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), lovebirds.

Imprisoned

I read a couple of posts yesterday, and have been speaking to several people over the last few weeks, who mentioned about how the isolation due to lockdown is driving them crazy.

My wife doesn’t like it for the same reason. She explained to me, It’s not that I’d go out anyway, but just the feeling that there is somebody there saying “you can’t do that”.

I can kinda see that. But it is never something I felt. To be honest, I have never really felt as though I am locked down.

Now, this is not to say that I have been out partying every night. At the start of all of this, I decided that my best ploy was to understand the virus, as best I can. From that point, I have been happy to stay indoors. But I feel that I have made that decision for myself. I don’t feel like a politician made it for me. In fact, looking at the timeline, I was isolating for a full two weeks before BoJo!

I’m quite convinced that this is a factor, at least, in our respective mental health. I don’t feel any imprisonment whatever, I am quite happy that I can walk down the lane outside my house, to go for a walk, as often as I feel like, and not meet anybody. After all, it is the not meeting anybody here which is important. As it happens, most days I have just stayed at home, or gone into the garden, but this is not because I feel somebody is standing over me saying no.

In a similar vein, I have decided that, whenever BoJo opens the shops, it will still be unsafe. He never wanted to shut anything in the first place, so his instinct will be to re-open asap. So, my decision is that whenever things open, I will stay locked down for another six weeks. Even then, I’ll only come out if the numbers look good. Six weeks? Because that should be long enough to start seeing new spikes. But again, my decision. So, BoJo might be firing the start pistol, but I’m the one deciding when to go.

I don’t know. Maybe I am the worst kind of idiot, the guy who wants to understand everything for himself instead of just doing what he is told. But the stakes are my life or death, let’s not forget. Am I really going to entrust that to some guy I never even met? Not to mention that in the UK at any rate, the politicians have distinguished themselves just in terms of one thing – their irrelevance.

I’m kinda reminded of that old quote attributed to FDR: Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. If one day you read about me getting banged up in jail, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.