Life as a stroke survivor is full of variety.
This morning I was thinking about issues such as the sovereignty of Gibraltar. Probably the exact same issues as people like Theresa May had to work through (past, present or future tense!)
Then I have trouble getting my socks on!
I got a little ping from my computer, to tell me that the Greens were broadcasting their conference on Facebook.
So I tuned the TV on to BBC Parliament, because viewing it on my 42″ TV is a bit better than my laptop screen, to see if I could watch it there. Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I hope my Internet stays up this afternoon.
I was lucky (well, I thought so!) enough to meet Tony Benn a few years ago, and couldn’t help but notice that he avoided getting into ideological debates with people – I suppose you can dance around fine points, but ultimately, on the big things, you have a certain view of the world and other people either share that view or they don’t. Its not really a popularity contest – you really have to be defined by a set of principles if you want people to take you seriously.
Yesterday, I saw that Billy Bragg had posted something on Facebook. Now, I obviously follow this guy, so I’m normally quite sympathetic to him. But, on this occasion, I thought he was wrong, so posted a comment saying why I thought this.
It was very interesting, as the replies started to flood in. At first, it was a case of clarifying why I thought what I did (including dealing with people who could only really offer that I was an idiot). So I did my best to explain myself. It all took a fair amount of time, though, so evertually I stopped following the post.
I happened to go back there this morning, and was quite plesantly surprised by the tone of the comments. While yesterday they were mostly full-frontal attacks, today they were generally a lot better thought out. Quite open questions, even some comments of support.There was even one woman, (I’m not sure that she was a supporter!), who said that at least my views were well-thought-out, “not like most people”. Er, that was a compliment………wasn’t it?
I’ve touched on this elsewhere, but I think lots of resources on this planet are pretty finite, and that I should do my best to use up as few of them as possible.
To that end, I got a bank of solar arrays installed on the roof a few years ago, and I export the energy it generates to the UK grid. They pay me a few pence per unit that I generate, although it’ll take years (far longer than people told me) to recoup the initial investment. But that’s not really the point.
I couple this by buying my extra energy from a supplier who guarantees that it comes from a renewable source.
Of course, gas is a bit different. It’d be pretty hard to get gas from a renewable source! But I tried another tack with this, and that was simply, a few years ago, to replace my old boiler with something new and energy-efficient. I’ve seen my gas usage drop dramatically as a result.
Anyway, I need to read my “generation” meter a couple of times a year, and today was the day.
Remember how I mentioned a while back how I like contrast? Well, I wish someone would tell the meter designers this, save them designing meters full of LCDs!
Whatever people might say about me behind my back, I am very fortunate in that the people I meet in everyday life are generally very nice.
I was abruptly reminded today that there are other types of people. A workman parked his pick up truck on the pavement right in front of me, forcing me to walk into the road around it. I mean, it must be obvious to anybody that I am disabled and struggling. “Thank you for your consideration”, I said. “What’s the matter? You can walk, can’t you?”
Yes, I can walk. I learned to again last year during my month in hospital.
I must admit that I feel that the stroke played with my emotions a bit, but the positive side of these incidents is probably that they invoke the same kind of reaction that I’d have recognised in the “old me”. Grrrrrr.