“…too small for walls”

While art objects are out of the usual parameters of this blog (the pandemic, the era, and the effects on our collective home), this expression - one of many - is pertinent: Fragment of the Berlin Wall - the End of Division of Germany and Europe 1990, on site at the Muzeon Park of Arts in Moscow, Russia.  

News blues…

Totally Under Control — how the United States (and South Africa) screwed up the coronavirus response

South Africa needed a lockdown to save lives. We did not, however, need the lockdown we got. We required something gentler, more progressive, more human. The cruelty was underscored by the staggering corruption of the PPE procurement process, which resulted in at least 10% of the R50-billion disbursement being squandered by connected cadres. Rightly or wrongly, South Africans will remember Covid-19 for the orgy of thieving and greed that has studded Johannesburg and Cape Town with high-end vehicles and proud new mansion owners.
Worse, like so many countries, we’ve learnt something essential about ourselves. The postmodern capitalist technocratic state is a chimera. In its endless dedication to fake parsimony, it is always broke, and has no scope to deal with emergencies.

Read on…  

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Need a pick-me-up? Here it is: Jerusalema by All Africana Kids Best Dance Challenge  (9:25 mins)

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The Lincoln Project:
Names  (0:55 mins)  
Chyna  (1:00 min)

Healthy planet, anyone?

Half Of Corals On The Great Barrier Reef Have Died Since 1990s. 

Dr. Terry Hughes, a professor at the ARC Centre and a co-author of a recent paper, has long said climate change remains the single greatest threat to the future of the Great Barrier as we know it.
“The word ‘threat’ is funny,” he said. “If you threatened to punch me on the nose, it’s something you might do. We’ve been measuring the impacts on the Great Barrier Reef for 22 years … it’s certainly not a future threat. It’s been part of the ongoing saga for a long time.”

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

The newly purchased double bed with drawers purchased specifically for my mother’s small room at the Care Center didn’t work out for her: The Dog refused to sleep on it. Yesterday, I arranged for a mover to exchange it for a lighter-weight twin bed without drawers. The Dog is happy. The Mother? Happy-ish.
On Friday, I propose driving a former neighbor to the Care Center to visit my mother. Always uplifting to have neighbors visit.
The realtor informed me that the sale of the house could take “at least six months.” I’m not prepared to stay here beyond January 2021, so I need a plan to ensure the house is occupied although not rented. How to do that? I’ve a few months to figure it out.

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Chard and parsley are ready to eat from the veggie garden. Zucchini and snap pea plants are flowering. And, for the first time since I planted it three years ago, I’ll be here to enjoy the sweet smell of the jasmine. A benefit of the pandemic?
Glorious spring is in full swing here.

“Cowori”

In an Amazonian language, “cowori” has come to mean “man knows too little for the power that he wields, and the damage that he causes.” 

Ain’t it the truth?  (Read the piece, below.)

News blues…

• Is South Africa heading towards a second wave of coronavirus? “The risk is there,” says the health minister. 
• Covid-19 infected and diagnosed, US Congressman Mike Lee attends the Supreme Court confirmation hearing without a mask. 
• Trump campaign recontextualizes Dr Fauci’s words from months ago – and creates a self-serving political ad. 

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The Lincoln Project: Walk of Shame  (0:55 mins)
Inside the Lincoln Project's campaign against President Trump  (13:33 mins)
Don Winslow Films: Memo to Trump  (0:34 mins)

Healthy planet, anyone?

According to a report by insurance firm Swiss Re, trillions of dollars of GDP depend on biodiversity, and a fifth of countries are at risk of ecosystem collapse. 
Along with Australia and Israel, South Africa ranks near the top of Swiss Re’s index of risk to biodiversity and ecosystem services; India, Spain and Belgium are also highlighted; countries with fragile ecosystems and large farming sectors, such as Pakistan and Nigeria, are also flagged.

One-fifth of the world’s countries are at risk of their ecosystems collapsing because of the destruction of wildlife and their habitats, according to the analysis. Natural “services” such as food, clean water and air, and flood protection have already been damaged by human activity. More than half of global GDP – $42tn (£32tn) – depends on high-functioning biodiversity … but the risk of tipping points is growing.

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Dear presidents of the nine Amazonian countries and to all world leaders that share responsibility for the plundering of our rainforest,

In each of our many hundreds of different languages across the Amazon, we have a word for you – the outsider, the stranger. In my language, WaoTededo, that word is “cowori”. And it doesn’t need to be a bad word. But you have made it so. For us, the word has come to mean (and in a terrible way, your society has come to represent): the white man that knows too little for the power that he wields, and the damage that he causes.  

My name is Nemonte Nenquimo. I am a Waorani woman, a mother, and a leader of my people. The Amazon rainforest is my home. I am writing you this letter because the fires are raging still. Because the corporations are spilling oil in our rivers. Because the miners are stealing gold (as they have been for 500 years), and leaving behind open pits and toxins. Because the land grabbers are cutting down primary forest so that the cattle can graze, plantations can be grown and the white man can eat. Because our elders are dying from coronavirus, while you are planning your next moves to cut up our lands to stimulate an economy that has never benefited us. Because, as Indigenous peoples, we are fighting to protect what we love – our way of life, our rivers, the animals, our forests, life on Earth – and it’s time that you listened to us.

Read Nemonte Nenquimo’s letter. 

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

I arrived in KZN from California on 28 January, intending to assist my mother, get things in order, ensure her appropriate health care (she was treated for oral cancer a year ago), and return to my American family 28 May, to work, live… until next year.
Instead, a global pandemic and lock down followed.
I’m still here. My mother is in a Care Center, I’m packing up piles of stuff, working with auctioneers, realtors, and municipal and legal bureaucracies, to ensure the sale of her house, settle her pets, down to details such as today’s activity: move, remove, and replace one of my mother’s beds with another – and find sheets and bed clothes that fit the replacement bed.
Two weeks ago, I made an offer on my own retirement unit in KZN. It was accepted so, at a distance of 14,000 miles, I’m organizing my life in California so that I’m not financially bust when I return, organizing my gear here so that I’ve a place to move into when this house is sold, organizing my thinking so that I can return to California - and an income generating job – as soon a possible.
I’m also discovering and deeply exploring the dynamics of my family of origin. It ain’t pretty. One misses a lot in four decades.
Simultaneously, I’m deeply grateful that I have this opportunity. I’m learning I’m resilient, unflinching, and, yes, even compassionate.
Life is complex.

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Life is also diverse.
Yesterday’s sojourn in the garden included a Brown hooded kingfisher. 

 

Required: best intentions

Two hundred days of lockdown in South Africa. Together, we’ve endured Levels 4, 3, 2 and remain on Level 1. While the rates of infection hover above 1,000 cases per day – today more than 1,500 new cases – and we’ll reach 700,000 confirmed cases of infection any day now, South Africans have accepted wearing masks, sanitizing, and social distancing. We’ve also introduced the Jerusalema to the world, to dance during dire times. 

Congratulations, South Africans and those who make South Africa your home away from home.

News blues…

The prevailing mindset in the United States is that voting is the cure-all for poor or mediocre governance. (The Electoral College is there to, y’know, ensure We the People don’t, y’know, make a mistake – such as vote for a liberal or even worse, a progressive president.)
Voting, the cultural myth posits, is the Word of We the People.
The Trump presidency puts this cultural myth to the test.
Perhaps the biggest gift of the Trump presidency?
A chance to review – and reset? - real flaws in the constitutional process.
That system’s biggest - and bad-est - assumption? That whoever runs for office holds a high ethical and moral value system. That the person voted president understands and respects the US Constitution and is willing and able to act for something beyond self-interest.
A basic – and proven faulty – assumption of the framers of the Constitution? That humans known as politicians will show generous spirits towards all Americans. Instead, humans known as politicians are – like the rest of us – first, humans: complex, wily, self-deluding, self-interested, and, too often, greedy and power hungry. Add incompetence, narcissism, and corrupted by power and Americans experience “Amateur hour at the Trump White House,”  bolstered by “All the President’s Men.”  

Big change requires big hearts and minds - and generosity. 

Are those qualities in evidence these days?

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The Lincoln Project: Transfer  (0: mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Weather predictions for this week? Sunny days. After temperatures dropped into the single digits (centigrade) overnight, welcome Sun!
This busy weeks includes another round of complying with my mother’s latest impulse. This time, after agreeing to purchase a bed with six space-saving drawers, she’s decided she wants a space-saving single bed, no drawers. The reason for the first decision? The Dog would share her bed. The reason for the second decision? The Dog isn't sharing her bed after all. (And, yes, that The Dog isn't sharing her bed means I'm running back and forth with different size foam pads and different duvets, even sewing duvet covers to suit the different size duvets, to satisfy The Dog's particular needs.)

Today, I'll hire the same mover to move the single bed from the house to the Care Center, figure out how to dismantle the heavy, bulky double bed with drawers – and mattress – and drive it back to the house. That we're in sale mode and trying to stage the house for a quick sale doesn't enter my mother's calculations.
The good news, she’s forming a coterie of elderly folk to watch DVDs in her room on her TV. Yesterday’s show? “The Sound of Music.” The group agrees they like James Bond, too, and my mother has a full set of those DVDs.
I greet any signs of settling into her new life with joy.

Superman

News blues…

Last week, while in the presidential suite at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, Donald Trump floated an idea for the moment he faced the public after his discharge: rip open his dress shirt to reveal the Superman symbol beneath.

He “wanted to appear frail at first,” people with knowledge of the conversations told the New York Times. But underneath his dress shirt, Trump would wear a Superman T-shirt, which he would reveal by ripping open the top layer of his clothing. He ultimately opted not to go ahead with the stunt. It wasn’t immediately clear why.

He opted not to go ahead with the stunt? Huh. Could it be he’s not as crazy as a bedbug?
Nah! He’s crazy. 

Then again, how come 42 percent of those polled intend to vote for Trump?
Can 42 percent of America’s voting population be crazy too? 

Well, yes. See for yourself. (6:11 mins)

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The Lincoln Project Mocks Trump With Fake Retro Ad Pushing Covid Drug (2:27 mins)
The Fly Song  (1:27 mins)
Meidas Touch: Trump Devastation   (1:15 mins)
Same Old - Samuel L. Jackson  (0:59 mins)

Healthy planet, anyone?

As they have done for more than a billion years fungi are changing the way that life happens: eating rock, making soil, digesting pollutants, nourishing and killing plants, surviving in space, inducing visions, producing food, making medicines, manipulating animal behaviour, and influencing the composition of the Earth’s atmosphere.

Fungi make up one of life’s kingdoms – as broad and busy a category as “animals” or “plants” – and provide a key to understanding our planet. Yet fungi have received only a small fraction of the attention they deserve. 

The best estimate suggests that there are between 2.2m and 3.8m species of fungi on the Earth – as many as 10 times the estimated number of plant species – meaning that, at most, a mere 8% of all fungal species have been described. Of these, only 358 have had their conservation priority assessed on the IUCN red list of threatened species, compared with 76,000 species of animal and 44,000 species of plant. Fungi, in other words, represent a meagre 0.2% of our global conservation priorities.

Read Kew’s 2020 report State of the World’s Plants and Fungi,  the outcome of a collaboration between 210 researchers in 42 countries.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

And… it’s raining again. I’m grateful for two days of sunshine during which we painted and primped the exterior of the house. Now I must photograph it for the realtors’ marketing promotion.
After the push to reach this point, I intend to recognize and celebrate the new freedom afforded by Lockdown Alert Level 1: take a day off, perhaps drive somewhere – the beach? The Drakensberg? A local plant nursery?

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Life offers amazing diversity. For example, after mentioning the night time frog choir with a basso profondo section, I searched the term, “basso profondo.” Here’s what I found: Russian Basso Profondo: The Lowest Voices  (1:45 mins)
Amazing.

“Certain little tiny fish”

A Trump believe it or not. Trump tweeted about California. Not, as one might feasibly hope, about cataclysmic fires and emergency funding for victims of the fire. No, he tweeted about, well, nutty stuff:

California is gonna have to ration water. You wanna know why? Because they send millions of gallons of water out to sea, out to the Pacific. Because they want to take care of certain little tiny fish, that aren't doing very well without water."

“Certain little tiny fish”? 

Hmmm, enquiring minds wanna know more….

News blues…

Senate Majority leader Mitch McConnel (left) – aka “Moscow Mitch”  –  appears shocked! shocked! that Americans intuitively grasp The Donald is not the guy we want to lead our democratic republic.  

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Three new lockdown changes for South Africa. In a series of gazettes recently published, the rules around grants, sports and events were updated to clarify existing regulations and allow for the further reopening of some sectors. 

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RVAT: Super-Spreader-In-Chief   (0:28 mins)

The Lincoln Project - fund raisers:

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Donald and Boris  (1:32 mins)

Healthy planet, anyone?

Cars, planes, trains: where do CO2 emissions from transport come from? 

Transport accounts for around one-fifth of global carbon dioxide (CO2) emissions [24% if we only consider CO2 emissions from energy].
How do these emissions break down? Is it cars, trucks, planes or trains that dominate?
This chart shows  global transport emissions in 2018. (Data sourced from the International Energy Agency - IEA).
Road travel accounts for three-quarters of transport emissions. Most of this comes from passenger vehicles – cars and buses – which contribute 45.1%. The other 29.4% comes from trucks carrying freight.
Since the entire transport sector accounts for 21% of total emissions, and road transport accounts for three-quarters of transport emissions, road transport accounts for 15% of total CO2 emissions.
Aviation – while it often gets the most attention in discussions on action against climate change – accounts for only 11.6% of transport emissions. It emits just under one billion tonnes of CO2 each year – around 2.5% of total global emissions [we look at the role that air travel plays in climate change in more detail in an upcoming article]. International shipping contributes a similar amount, at 10.6%.
Rail travel and freight emits very little – only 1% of transport emissions. Other transport – which is mainly the movement of materials such as water, oil, and gas via pipelines – is responsible for 2.2%.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Two days of sunshine – and an intense painting schedule – gave over to rain late last night. With the exterior of the house almost complete – some clean up remains – we turn to prep the interior.
Photos for marketing come next. After that, we simply wait for buyers to fall into our honey-trap!
My mother met with the realtors and signed necessary documents to proceed with the sale of the property. What a relief!

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Spring has arrived and settled in.
Chard seeds, started in the cold frame then transplanted into the garden, grow fast. As I pass their patch in the garden, I can reach out and snack on the fresh new leaves. Ditto with the flatleaf parsley that grows abundantly, too. (I substitute parsley for lettuce in salads. It’s more nutritious, has a stronger, more pleasing flavor, and grows faster.

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After nightfall, a chorus of frogs serenades spring, from the basso profundo croaking of guttural toads to tender tweets from, well, not sure what kind of frogs but many sopranos, interspersed with tenors. A lovely sound salad.

Superfly

Black flies matter.
During the debate, a fly sat
on Pence’s head for 2 minutes. 

Black flies matter. 

In his recent New York Times column, Frank Bruni admits, “Mike Pence’s Debate Performance Bugged Me Out: He’s numb to pests large and small”:

We need to talk about that fly.
It was a fly, wasn’t it? If not, it was a bug doing an ace interpretation of a fly, and about two-thirds of the way through the debate in Salt Lake City on Wednesday night, it took up residence in Vice President Mike Pence’s hair, a smudge of black against a shock of white, where it lingered for a few minutes before undoubtedly realizing that there was warmer, more demonstrably human real estate to be had.
Off it flew, and on Pence droned. He never exhibited any awareness — not the subtlest glance upward, not the slightest flinch or twitch — that his head had been colonized. I first found this strange and then realized it was everything. Pence’s years of obsequiousness to Donald Trump had beaten all sensitivity and capacity for revulsion out of him.  Read the humorous column.  (By the way, after the debate, Pence’s wife Karen - aka "Mother" -  appeared on stage without a mask, ignoring guidelines both campaigns had agreed to observe.)

Wags called the fly a “national treasure,” an “American hero,” and suggested “even the fly knows he’s trash.”
“Late Show” host Stephen Colbert joked that Pence was “so full of crap, he’s attracting flies.” He added, “All jokes aside, thoughts and prayers to that fly’s family. It’s got to quarantine for two weeks now” (referencing the coronavirus outbreak in the White House). “We’ve gotta get that fly to Walter Reed.” Colbert also noted how long the fly remained on Pence’s head, “Two minutes… meaning that fly has a longer attention span than the president of the United States.”
Trevor Noah tweeted: Pence apologizing to Mother right now for getting to 3rd base with the fly.
Stephen King: that fly knows….
Eric Holder: Who will play the kamikaze fly on SNL?
Ah, humor, the saving grace during these bizarre times.

News blues…

After the Commission on Presidential Debates decided next week’s debate between Trump and Biden would be held remotely, the President of the United States, with sagging poll numbers, said, “I’m not going to waste my time on a virtual debate - that's not what debating is all about, you sit behind a computer and do a debate -- it's ridiculous. And then they cut you off whenever they want."
And, there’s the rub: being cut off. He is the guy to cut off others, not the guy to be cut off….
Trump’s campaign manager Bill Stepien - positive for COVID-19 - called the virtual format a “sad excuse to bail out Joe Biden,” adding that Trump – also positive for COVID-19 – would “do a rally instead.”

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Dr Rick Bright shares an important point of view regarding Trump’s attitude to coronavirus, science… and ponders Trump and his administration’s resistance to common sense and health protocols. 

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South Africa publishes a new interactive dashboard that details all transactions related to PPE procurement. This after tenders currently being investigated worth over five billion rand (US$299 million) were awarded for cloth masks, surgical masks, face shields, medical gowns, aprons, scrubs, overalls, gloves, sanitisers, and other products.
A good example of shutting the barn door after animals have skedaddled?

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With a tweet, Trump nixed what had been an ongoing haggle about the amount of and who would benefit from the coronavirus spending bill – aka the Stimulus Package/Bill. “I have instructed my representatives to stop negotiating until after the election when, immediately after I win, we will pass a major Stimulus Bill that focuses on hardworking Americans and Small Business.”
The day after that tweet, he reinstated the haggling, saying on Fox, “I shut down talks two days ago because they weren’t working out. Now they are starting to work out.”
They’re not “starting to work out.” It’s more likely The Donald noticed the stock market dip and his poll numbers drop even further in response to his tweet. (Colbert’s take on this move – and other Trumpisms - 12:34 mins)
Maybe it’s time someone not truth-averse reviews Trump's Covid med package?

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The Lincoln Project:
Gasping for Air  (0:55 mins)
Regeneron  (0:40 mins)
Don Winslow Films: Trump is patient zero  (1:39 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Success! Our small, very hard working team of three, under the guidance of a detail-oriented painter (a woman), succeeded in squeezing four days work into two days. I’m thrilled with our progress. 

Over the weekend, I will continue, alone, to finish: primp the trim, clean gutters of paint splotches… then clean brushes, put away painting gear, and photograph the results. 

Photographs will go realtors to market the house.
Only unknown?
Will my mother revert to her original agreement to sell the house? Or will she balk again before agreeing again before reverting again?
Enquiring minds wanna know….

Debatable

After watching the recent American political debate, I suggest a bland recipe: plop representatives of two opposing views into one bowl, toss in a bunch of facts, semi-facts, obfuscations (aka lies), modify and reframe dollops of recent historical facts and evidence, add a soupçon of moderation. Mix. Pour. Bake. Walk away from the toxic mix, sit in the warm sun until your troubles drop away, feel the wonder of your life, an important part of all life.
Then, vote!

Worldwide (Map) 
October 8 – 36,069,000 confirmed infections; 1,055,000 deaths
October 1 – 33,881,275 confirmed infections: 1,012,980 deaths 

US (Map)

October 8 – 7,550,000 confirmed infections; 212,000 deaths

October 1 - 7,233,200 confirmed infections; 206,940 deaths

  

SA (Coronavirus portal) 
October 8 – 685,155 confirmed infections; 17,250 deaths
October 1 – 674,340 confirmed infections: 16,735 deaths 

 
This week sees 19 countries having lower rates of Covid infections than the US White House. As of yesterday, October 7, according to a Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) memo, “Thirty-four White House staffers and ‘other contacts’ have been infected with the coronavirus in recent days.”  

News blues…

WHO official says 10 percent of the world may have been infected by Covid-19: 

There are more than 35.5 million confirmed Covid-19 cases globally, according to the widely-used Johns Hopkins University dashboard, but World Health Organization and other experts say that is almost certainly an enormous undercount. Over the summer, the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention said cases in the US had likely been undercounted by at least 90%.
With a global population of about 7.7 billion people, Ryan's estimate would mean about 770 million have been infected - but most have not been diagnosed or counted.

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After departing the National Institutes of Health, where he was working on a program to expand national COVID-19 testing capacity, Dr. Rick Bright wrote a blistering op-ed in the Washington Post: “I couldn’t sit idly and watch people die from Trump’s chaotic, politicized pandemic response, so I resigned,”

 “From the beginning of the coronavirus outbreak, the administration’s failure to respond with a coordinated strategy only heightened the danger… Nine months into the pandemic, the United States continues to grapple with failed White House leadership.”
Rick Bright said the administration’s “hostility to the truth” has caused tens of thousands of preventable deaths.  

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For the first time ever in its 208-year history, the New England Journal of Medicine issued an editorial about an election:

Lambasting the Trump administration’s response to the COVID-19 pandemic [the editorial, signed by all its editors, calls] on Americans to vote President Donald Trump out of office next month. 
November’s election will have life-or-death consequences for people across the country regardless of party alignment, the journal’s editorial board said.
“Reasonable people will certainly disagree about the many political positions taken by candidates,” the journal’s editors wrote. “But truth is neither liberal nor conservative. When it comes to the response to the largest public health crisis of our time, our current political leaders have demonstrated that they are dangerously incompetent. We should not abet them and enable the deaths of thousands more Americans by allowing them to keep their jobs.”

I repeat, vote!

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The Lincoln Project: Hospital  (0:55 mins)

Healthy futures, anyone?

The Earth is changing faster than at any point in modern history as a result of human-caused global heating. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

After decades of independence living in a different country, far from my mother and family of origin, it is disorienting to live intimately with another person’s chronic ambivalence. I’m caught between settling my dangerously mood-changing mother into a (formerly thoroughly agreed upon) new life while simultaneously expecting willy nilly changes of direction that upend agreed-upon plans.
Do I simply plow ahead with the original plan – sell the house and furnishings – while waiting for her next handwritten list that completely changes the course of events?
Or do I give up and return to my own life?
If the latter, what happens to my essentially alone, 87-year-old mother?
An enquiring mind wants to know…

Who’s nose is this nose?

Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face: Donald Trump – facing an uphill election – abruptly scrapped stimulus talks and punted on economic relief for millions of suffering Americans until after Election Day .
This is another example of The Donald Think: not voting for me? I’ll show you! I’ll take away any tax-based support you’re entitled to receive. See how you suckers and losers like them apples!

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The Lincoln Project:
Hospital  (0:55 mins)
Covita  (1:25 mins)
Adultery  (1:00 mins)

Healthy futures, anyone?

Companies Are Making Major Climate Pledges. Here’s What They Really Mean. Decoding corporate climate change targets ― from net-zero emissions to going carbon negative. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

No rain today meant a day packed with painting. Prettying up the exterior of the house has been my goal for more than two weeks and, today, we almost accomplished it. We’ll finish up tomorrow. After that, I’ll take photographs, send them to the realtors, and – voilà – the house will be on the market.
Then, the waiting.
Apparently, after a seller accepts an offer to purchase, it takes another 3 to 4 months to complete the sale. Not sure I can stick around long enough to see this through. (My life in California has been on hold for almost nine months.)
I’m hopeful that someone will make an offer for local real estate agencies are experiencing among their best sales months ever. That is, it’s a great time to buy. Not such a good time to sell.

Barmy? Or bunkum?

“Barmy” is an old-style English term meaning slightly crazy or very foolish. It’s fitting for our times: The Septua-Octogenarian Era. 

Americans were dragged into this era when 77-year-old Joe Biden opened his campaign for president with the “No Malarkey” bus tour. (Malarkey: insincere or foolish talk, bunkum.). That term – and tour - quickly went by the wayside: too dated for contemporary voters. 
Nevertheless, barmy, bunkum, and malarkey – call ‘em what you will - are ubiquitous. Take a peek:

News blues…

• ‘This is insanity’: Walter Reed physician among critics of Donald Trump drive-by visit. [The 74-year-old Covid-infected] President briefly left hospital for surprise drive past supporters with at least two others in vehicle .
• Trump, Still Infectious, Is Back At The White House — Without A Mask. The president went barefaced despite his physician saying he was still contagious. 
• White House press secretary and two aides have tested positive for coronavirus.

On the sane side of things, however, a fight-back based upon love and humor:
Gay Men Hijack ‘Proud Boys’ Hashtag In Powerful Social Media Campaign.These new-version Proud Boys are “standing bi,” quipped one wag. 

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The Lincoln Project pushes to raise more funds to oust Trump and neutralize Trumpism:

Texas’ 38 electoral votes is the second largest prize on the map—and an absolute must-win for Trump.
We are the only movement that has proven we can effectively take Trump’s voters away from him.
If Texas flips to Biden, this election is over. Republicans will have squandered any ability to compete in a national election, all in the pursuit of unchecked power and loyalty to the worst president in our nation’s history.
Donald Trump's worst election nightmare is Republicans defecting from him. That is happening because we’re pushing deeper and deeper into GOP territory. Our best chance of crushing Trumpism for good is to deliver a humiliating and resounding defeat—with states like Texas in our coalition.

Our fight  (0:55 mins)

Healthy futures, anyone?

Political malarkey continues, but so do barmy practices that endanger every living entity on our vulnerable planet:

At least 14m tonnes of plastic pieces less than 5mm wide are likely sitting at the bottom of the world’s oceans, according to an estimate based on new research.  Analysis of ocean sediments from as deep as 3km suggests there could be more than 30 times as much plastic at the bottom of the world’s ocean than there is floating at the surface.
Australia’s government science agency, CSIRO, gathered and analysed cores of the ocean floor taken at six remote sites about 300km off the country’s southern coast in the Great Australian Bight.
Researchers looked at 51 samples and found that after excluding the weight of the water, each gram of sediment contained an average of 1.26 microplastic pieces.
Microplastics are 5mm or less in diameter and are mostly the result of larger plastic items breaking apart into ever smaller pieces.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Seemingly overnight, I turned into my 87-year-old mother’s epitome of “disgusting,” “selling her furniture from under her,” etc., etc.
My head is still spinning from the abrupt about-face.
As said the matron of the facility in which my mother appeared happy until last Thursday, “You [meaning my mother] have gone through a number of major traumas: putting down your elderly dogs, leaving your home, moving into a strange place, selling your house…. Any of these alone is traumatic. Altogether they can easily overwhelm anyone.”
Too true.
Only problem? My mother believes she immune to trauma.
Me, on the other hand? I’m exhausted. This barmy bunkum and malarkey is also traumatizing. And I know I’m not immune.

Chaos reigns

Still raining and foggy here therefore still no exterior wall painting possible. Yet more delays before this house goes on the market although the real estate agents will visit today. That’s something….

News blues…

South Africa is remarkably even-tempered about Covid-19. Each day my cell phone delivers the latest infection numbers, how many tests conducted, and death statistics. The infection rates continue apace: at least 1,000 new infections per day. The death rate remains low, certainly in comparison to rates of infection in the United States and Europe.
Unlike in the US where daily news covers Trump, Trump, and more Trump plus a drumbeat of Covid infection and death rates, local newspapers present more news on South Africa’s corruption problems than its coronavirus infection problems.
Let’s not, however, forget South African families who’ve experienced Covid first hand: ‘Every day gets a bit better’: Lockdown grievers and givers come into the open: Loved ones come to terms with their new reality six months after the pandemic hit SA. 

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The US continues as a hot mess with truth the ultimate casualty. This is a good overview of the complexities Americans – and the world – face.  

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The Lincoln Project: Our fight  (0:55 mins)
RVAT: Trump Cut Off Aid for CA Wildfire Victims  (0:56 mins)
Really American: 2 Faced Lidsey  (0:55 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Chaos reigns. Today, I must face my mother in the office of the Care Center matron. I must find a kind, not too direct manner in which to let my mother know that, indeed, her house will be sold…and that she will remain living at the Center.
That I will not cave into my mother’s latest whim will be a mind-altering experience for her, acclimated to getting her every whim accommodated.
One tactic might be to raise her awareness about being a good pack leader. That she is projecting onto The Dog her own feelings of sadness and unrest. Her job if she wants a happy dog? Adjust to her new surroundings, perk up, and accept she’s safe if not totally happy. But how does one introduce such a concept to one so resistant to change?
A friend consoled me: “…attempting to escape a nursing home is an inevitable part of moving to a nursing home. That’s why you gotta wait until they’re too old to fight back.”

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My daily phone call to California was interrupted – again! – by unexpected electricity shut down. The shutdown was not defined as load shedding nor was it on the load shedding schedule the load shedding app states, (sic) “Not Loadshedd since 28 days ago.”
Unexpected, unexplained, unscheduled shutdowns have become the norm. Has Eskom figured out that load shedding is a political hot potato? That it is more politically correct to say nothing, power down at whim, and present a schedule that ignores the company’s dire situation?
Imagine being a small or medium-size business trying to maintain a business under already dire circumstances?

Cognitive dissonance

Not to trivialize The Donald’s travails with Covid-19 – I hope he recovers – but… 

There are now 11 – and counting – Americans, from Trump White House advisers, counselors, and family members, congress people, religious leaders, and a former governor (Chris Christie), linked to one Covid-19 super-spreader event held at the White House . All due to one White House inhabitant – Trump – turning what is a protective device – a mask – into a political and cultural weapon.
Madness.

News blues…

With Donald Trump fighting off the Covid-19 infection, one might want to ease up on, over-ride, conveniently forget how poorly the man and his crew have managed the pandemic. 

Yes, it is appropriate to feel sympathy, compassion, empathy … but do not forget the damage he and his crew have wrought in the US and around the world.
Donald Trump is a manifestly incompetent leader. He’s also a liar who displays willful ignorance with a worldview that boils down to “I’ll do and say anything to win.”
Need a reminder of how he rolls? Watch “Fact-Checking the First 2020 Presidential Debate”  to remind yourself of what’s at stake in less than one month. (6:50 mins) 

And then go out and VOTE!

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Cognitive dissonance defined: 

Cognitive dissonance refers to a situation involving conflicting attitudes, beliefs or behaviors. This produces a feeling of mental discomfort leading to an alteration in one of the attitudes, beliefs or behaviors to reduce the discomfort and restore balance. For example, when people smoke (behavior) and they know that smoking causes cancer (cognition), they are in a state of cognitive dissonance.

A more apt example: when people believe a sociopath who directs: “believe me, not your lying eyes….”
This video indicates the lengths people go to maintain a fallacy and avoid cognitive dissonance: Home Depot Face Mask Dispute Turns Violent.  (3:30 mins)
Moreover,

Donald Trump’s coronavirus diagnosis has stunned MAGA world, but it hasn’t changed how it reacts to bad news: blame others, accuse the left of craven behavior and cling tighter to the president. 

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RVAT: Trump Cut Off Aid for CA Wildfire Victims (0:56 mins)
Really American: 2 Faced Lidsey  (0:55 mins)

Healthy planet, anyone?

In parts of urban San Francisco Bay Area, goats are herded onto public parks to eat the grass. Thailand, however, expands this concept in a mind-blowingly imaginative way. “10,000 ducks ‘cleaning’ rice paddies.”  (2:14 mins)

• Planetary ‘safety net’ could halt wildlife loss and slow climate breakdown
• Is It Too Late To Stop Climate Change? Well, it's Complicated.  (10:00 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

It is still raining here. And very foggy. I’m frustrated as I’m falling behind schedule on marketing this house. As a former project manager, with the career-borne mantra “on budget and on time”, rain is, well, not something with which one can argue. If only!

***

Yesterday afternoon, I visited my mother, walked The Dog, and returned home to continue clearing the house. I found a buyer for some goods and, I hope, this may lead to selling items and earning higher rates than an auction house will provide.
Then, alas, late afternoon, my mother called. “I’ve got to get out of here. I’m going barmy. I want to move back to the house, get renters to rent out the upper part of the house….”
OMG!
I called a staff member at the Care Center who said she had no idea my mother felt that way. Well, yeah, that’s my mother. On the surface, she’s sweet, easy going, conforming. Behind the scenes? Not so much. But she won’t say a word to anyone about her real feelings (does she recognize know them?) nor try to find a workable, practical in situ solution to her concerns.
Instead, she jumps from discomfort to world-churning solutions without pause, and presents full-formed – in her head – actions that others must undertake – immediately!
Accordingly, I’m supposed to hop to, pull the levers to get her out of a situation that may not be ideal – who wants to live in a care center filled with elderly and frail people – and bring her “home" to a half emptied house. 

Her plan? Become landlord to “nice” problem-free strangers who, she insists, will rent the upper portion of the house, pay on time  (almost unheard of in South Africa), not have lives that conflict with hers - or her dogs - respect her 6am - 6pm alarm lockdown schedule, never make noise, never argue loudly, in short, never act like human beings. Indeed, bliss will be restored. Heaven on earth will prevail.

Aahhhhh!

Time to focus

News blues…

With POTUS and FLOTUS (President and First Lady of the US) positive for Covid-19, expect this news to outdo all other news for the next couple of weeks.
Impatient with predictions – making or listening to – I’ll go out on a limb and predict many more positive diagnoses of White House staff and US Congresspeople. 

Already Kellyanne Conway is positive , as is Thom Tillis …. 

“At least 7 other people who attended event for Trump’s supreme court nominee have confirmed they have coronavirus.”   If I was a conspiracy theorist or fundamental religious, I’d find something revelatory or apocryphal in this news. Instead, my takeaway? Wear a mask! It’s not politics, but simple, no-brainer math: highly contagious airborne virus = need for practical protection.
Unprecedented times.
“No one has *any* idea what happens next….” 

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The Lincoln Project: Heartland  (0:1.38 mins)
Meidas Touch: Fire Susan: Susan Collins Betrayed Us  (0:24 mins)

Healthy planet, anyone?

In parts of urban San Francisco Bay Area, goats are herded onto public parks to eat the grass. Thailand, however, expands this concept in a mind-blowingly imaginative way. “10,000 ducks ‘cleaning’ rice paddies.”  (2:14 mins)

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Planetary ‘safety net’ could halt wildlife loss and slow climate breakdown 

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Is It Too Late To Stop Climate Change? Well, it's Complicated.  (10:00 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

It is still raining here. And, so far today, very foggy. I’m frustrated as falling behind schedule on getting this house on the market. As a former project manager, with the career-borne mantra “on budget and on time”, rain is, well, not something with which one can argue. If only!

Weirdness overload!

News blues…

POTUS (The Donald) and FLOTUS (Melania) diagnosed with Covid-19!
The entire Trump entourage may have been exposed after Hope Hicks, close adviser to Trump, tested positive after travelling with the entourage on Air Force One (no one masked in an enclosed tube, all breathing the same coronavirus-tainted air for the duration of the trip).
Expect more positive diagnoses.
Dr Fauci anyone? Oh, wait! Trump implies Dr Fauci is a quack, that masks are a hoax, that Covid is a “just like the flu” and will, “like a miracle”, simply ”disappear”.
Time for a Trumpian recalibration?

(Fake) conspiracy theories follow:

• Is a Covid diagnosis a way for Trump to avoid another abysmal debate?
• Is Covid-19 the way Trump choses to save face for losing the election?
• For years, I’ve advised Trump to feign a heart attack to drop out of the presidency. It would be an elegant way both to bow out and garner the world’s sympathy. Perhaps he’s taken my advice – with his own interpretation: claim Covid instead of feign a heart attack?
• Is Covid-19 Trump’s way to allow Pence to become president long enough to pardon The Donald for his many dubious, criminal, and fraudulent acts?
• Is Covid a cover for Trump to pack his gold-trimmed bags and shuffle off to his high rise hotel in Moscow, Russia to live beyond the threat of extradition to the US to face tax and other frauds and avoid paying his $400 million-plus debt?

Enquiring minds want to know!

Trump, as we know, falls into the Covid risk groups: elderly and obese. His diet, however, consists mostly of junk food replete with BHT added as ingredient preserver. With any luck the BHT accumulated in Trump’s adipose tissue (aka “fat”) will preserve him.

Just as one thinks public life couldn’t get any weirder, it gets weirder. At least until tomorrow!

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The Lincoln Project:
A Zoo Story (0:54 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Another rainy day. I’m now two days behind the schedule to paint the house’s exterior façade. If there’s a break in the weather tomorrow – prediction shows the icon for storms – I’ll begin to paint it myself. I’m not a professional, but I can wield a paint roller.

Going woolly

Twenty-eight weeks of Covid-19 Lockdown. I've got to say there's never been a dull moment during lo, these many weeks. And, Internet revived at 1a.m. this morning. I was more than ready.

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Covid-19 numbers do not look good. Compare today’s numbers with those of a month ago:
Worldwide (Map)
October 1 – 33,881,275 confirmed infections: 1,012,980 deaths
September 3 – 26,940,000 confirmed infections; 861,870 deaths
US (Map)
October 1 – 7,233,199 confirmed infections: 206,940 deaths
September 3 – 6,114,000 confirmed infections; 185,710 deaths
SA (Coronavirus portal)
October 1 – 674,340 confirmed infections: 16,735 deaths
September 3 – 630,596 confirmed infections; 14,390 deaths 

SA is now 10th on the list of countries leading rates of infection, surpassed by (from first to ninth): US, India, Brazil, Russia, Colombia, Peru, Spain, Argentina, Mexico.

News blues…

• Global Covid report: Rio cancels Carnival for first time in a century as global deaths near 1 million 
• One million coronavirus deaths: how did we get here? 
• 'Confounding': Covid may have already peaked in many African countries 
• Neanderthal genes increase risk of serious Covid-19, study claimsStrand of DNA inherited by modern humans is linked to likelihood of falling severely ill 

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The Lincoln Project:
Focus Group  (0:24 mins)
Le Creimos  (1:13 mins)
With Vote Vets: Our Moment  (1:28 mins)
The Collapse  (0:56 mins)
I’m Smart  (1:20 mins)
She’s back! Sarah Cooper, How to Drugs  (1:03 mins)
Meidas Touch: By Rudy  (0;55 mins)

Healthy futures, anyone?

We all know about plastics and microplastics gumming up our planet, our oceans, our wildlife, our lungs, our digestives systems. Plastic is an indestructible material. It breaks down but never goes away.
That may be changing.

A super-enzyme that degrades plastic bottles six times faster than before has been created by scientists and could be used for recycling within a year or two. 
The super-enzyme, derived from bacteria that naturally evolved the ability to eat plastic, enables the full recycling of the bottles. Scientists believe combining it with enzymes that break down cotton could also allow mixed-fabric clothing to be recycled. Today, millions of tonnes of such clothing is either dumped in landfill or incinerated….
The super-enzyme was engineered by linking two separate enzymes, both of which were found in the plastic-eating bug discovered at a Japanese waste site in 2016. The researchers revealed an engineered version of the first enzyme in 2018, which started breaking down the plastic in a few days. But the super-enzyme gets to work six times faster.
“When we linked the enzymes, rather unexpectedly, we got a dramatic increase in activity,“ said Prof John McGeehan, at the University of Portsmouth, UK. “This is a trajectory towards trying to make faster enzymes that are more industrially relevant. But it’s also one of those stories about learning from nature, and then bringing it into the lab.

I’m all for it… well, sort of. We, the people, have a remarkable history of jumping to miracle conclusions before a thorough checking out of new discoveries. Remember Agent Orange. Fertilizer. Genetically modified organisms….

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Mystery revealed. I’ve noticed, occasionally, what looks like evidence of trampling in areas of the garden pond. I’d hoped it might be otters – clawless otters and river otters frequented the pond before my mother fenced them out to fence in her dogs. I considered it might be a dog, but nah. The dogs aren’t interested in pond life. 

Today, I saw… a pair of woolly necked cranes foraging in the pond, trampling the pond foliage.

Swimmingly

Still no internet. But the end of the month is nigh. Tomorrow, first day of the month of October, my internet service begins again.
I’ve been in South Africa eight, going on nine, months!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Big day! Finally, after almost 7 months with the swimming pool shutdown due to Covid-19, it re-opened and I re-upped my swim pass. It hurts not to swim. At first, it hurts to swim. I’ll push myself through the hurt, start off slow – only 100 meters today – and, if I keep pushing, I'll soon be back in swim shape. And next time I visit the pool, I’ll remember to carry a towel. On a cold day, using one’s shirt as towel after a swim and a shower is no fun.

Club Fed?

Still no Internet. Sigh.

News blues…

The walls are closing in on The Donald. Ironic that, after talking, talking, talking about building walls, it’ll be walls that do him in. His notorious tax dodgery is catching up with him.
Funny how taxes – not paying them – seems eventually to catch up with many a heretofore successful tax dodger. Given how replete history is with stories of the IRS catching up with dodgers, I wonder why tax dodgers think they can outsmart the IRS?

When the Trump-as-president fiasco is over, the Feds can open an entire new wing of Club Fed for Trump, his crooked family, cabinet, enabling congresspeople, Attorney General, and assorted hangers-on – at least the American hangers-on. The Russian, Indian, Chinese, etc., hangers on will escape. Who knows? Perhaps, to avoid justice a la IRS, the Trump entourage will relocate to Russia. Doesn’t Moscow already host a Trump hotel? If not, he’ll have time to build one. He can call it Mal-a-lardo.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Two nights ago, a marvelous, joyous, and loud chorus of frogs in the garden pond. Since then, rain.
I’m not complaining about rain – at least not yet. Plants were parched and dosing them pond water via watering cans gets old fast. Moreover, rain is the best medicine. Then again, the forecast predicts rain every day except this and next Wednesday – that’s ten days of rain.
***
With spring in full swing, birds, bugs, frogs appear, even the occasional mosquito has sniffed then sampled my ankles.
A joyous sunbird supped nectar from red salvia blossoms yesterday. It was the first time I’ve seen a sunbird in action. I was able to grab my camera and photographed it, but the photo shows none of the bird’s spectacular curving beak or iridescent plumage.
Another smaller variety of sunbird has returned to nest on the verandah. This is the third year running it has elected to lay eggs and bring up a family in a shaggy nest hanging off a plant pot on the well-trafficked verandah. Alas, the nest hangs on the dark side of the pot so not easily photographed by an amateur. Nor is it polite to shine a spotlight on a wild creature’s nest to snap a photograph ….
***
My goal was to put my mother’s house on the market on October 1. I’d arranged for a professional painter to come today, but rain prevented that. ***
The good mother and dog news: they’re settling into their new lives. Moreover, my mother is exercising more since Jessica “wants” to walk four or five time a day.
Way to go mom!

Orange is the new orange

Still no Internet. Sigh.

News blues…

Reading the news on my cell phone is better than not reading the (US) news at all. None of it is good for POTUS Trump, or the Trumpettes (Ivanka could go to jail? OMG! ), Lindsay Graham, Moscow Mitch, etc., all staring into the abyss that is The Donald.
One good thing: Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez – “AOC” – slapped back at those who had a field day squawking about her $250 hairdo. Turns out Trump spent $70,000 (ZAR 1.23 million) in one year for his hairdos.  I wonder how much it’ll cost The Donald to find a hair color that matches the orange jail jumpsuit he’ll be wearing after he’s sentenced for tax fraud? 

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Comedian John Mulaney , not usually a political funnyman, elegantly delving into politics with a light hand. A horse in a hospital.

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News viewers who have the luxury of seeing news inside and outside the United States know that that mainstream US news presented to mainstream US audiences is palpably different to the same news presented in, say, the UK, or Europe. That is, the fact are similar, but the manner in which it’s presented in different countries is markedly different. Moreover, the same news outlets frequently presents the news differently. Take CNN, for example. CNN in the US is far gentler – less pointed, more flattering - than CNN in UK. More importantly, CNN UK delves deeper and offers more nuance that the US outlet.
CNN UK also covers a far wider range of news. CNN US covers US news… unless the US is waging war on another country, then that other country is mentioned as a foe.
Fair and balanced?

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The Lincoln Project Whispers II  (0:54 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Before meeting a friend at a local café today, I accessed the café’s Internet, responding to business emails and glancing at the news.
Having only brief internet connection for someone with my level of regular use is frustrating. At a café, it is more so as access is limited to the goodwill of the café’s manager.

***

After loading years-worth of rubbish into my elderly mother’s elderly China-manufactured Chana pick up, the gardener accompanied me to the local municipal refuse dump. Unlike in California, dumping rubbish in designated spots in KZN is free. KZN’s designated fills frequently were once pretty valleys easily filled with garbage of all sorts.
People work hard at dumps, and few are actually hired and paid to work there. Most workers are freelancers known as rag pickers, people who pick up rags and other waste material from the streets, refuse heaps, etc., for a livelihood. 

Rag picking is a hard way to earn a living anywhere. It is particularly hard at a dump site. It’s easier and there is less competition rag picking in neighborhoods before the municipal refuse trucks arrive to haul away trash. Working solo or with a companion or two, a neighborhood rag picker sorts through bagged household trash and takes anything worth saleable. (Naturally, no one ever takes plastic bags or torn or broken plastic items. Those things eventually end up in the ocean.) Rag pickers at dump sites compete mercilessly to grab discards as they arrive, frequently pulling discards before the delivery vehicle stops. 

I threaded the lightweight Chana uphill through inches-deep mud, following the site manager’s hand signals, dreading the moment the Chana bogged down in mud and avoiding driving into rag pickers already digging through our load.

Unloading wsa fast and efficient as rag pickers examined each item. Who knows what recyclable treasures await? Something could mean the difference between eating and not eating at the end of the day.

Internet down – again!

Another day without Internet. Somehow, by day 26 of 30 of the month, I've used all 30 gigs – despite carefully titrating my use. I’ve experienced the same thing for the last four months: no warning that I’m approaching my monthly capacity – just suddenly no internet. 

It consistently happens on a weekend, too. I’m about done with this.

News blues…

Instead of increasing my level of anxiety about breaking my promise to myself – to post every day of Lockdown – I’ll simply do my best. If I’m late posting a daily pandemic diary, so be it. I’ll post when technology re-establishes my connection to the great wide world.

Healthy futures, anyone?

Review of David Attenborough’s “A Life on Our Planet,” – a stark climate emergency warning 

‘I am David Attenborough and I’m 93. This is my witness statement.” There is a tremendously moving sense of finality about Attenborough’s terrifying new documentary on the climate emergency. It is being marketed as a retrospective, a look back at his life and 60-years-plus career. But make no mistake about its true agenda: Attenborough is here to deliver a stark warning that time is ticking for the planet. It is a personal film – and political, too. There is emotion and urgency in that familiar soothing voice.
[Attenborough warns] …that it’s not too late if we act now. Halt the growth in the world’s population. Create no-fishing zones. Stop eating meat. It’s not about saving the planet, it’s about saving ourselves.

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Mea culpa. My endless appetite for dark chocolate – and the appetite of millions of others – has bitter environmental consequences 

Cocoa production, catering especially to a wolfish demand for candy in Europe and the U.S. (each American consumes about 9.5 pounds of chocolate a year; in Switzerland, 19.8 pounds) has led to the decimation of forests.

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RVAT: Packers Fan WRECKS Trump Worse Than Favre Wrecked the Jets  (4:30 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Prepping to sell the house continues. I’ve uncovered a maternal consumption philosophy that is diametrically opposite my ow. I like nice things but I lack the over-consumption gene. My mother's theory: buy in bulk, have other people manage and monitor consumption and – if someone cannot find a purchased item – buy more.
This means this house is full of duplicate items, or items still in boxes having never been opened or used.
For someone who lives on a houseboat, it is unnerving to find myself surrounded by “stuff”. My instinct it to give it away. 

***

My mother’s relocation to the Care Center is complete (sort of) and her – and Jessica, The Dog’s - settling in proceeds. My mother’s sole focus is Jessica’s happiness – and she appears to believe that my sole focus should be Jessica’s happiness, too. (Displacement theory is alive and well: deny your own anxiety and place it upon someone else/a pet – then focus on that creature’s anxiety.) 

Nevertheless, I regularly drive to the Center with freshly cooked giblets for Jessica, Beeno biscuits for Jessica, a non-slip mat for Jessica. (The non-slip mat was an attempt to secure the plastic crate intended as a step for Jessica to mount my mother’s bed. The first step worked well but was too large for the small room. Alas, the crate slipped and Jessica fell spectacularly. Since then she'd ignored the crate, even opting to sleep on the floor. An unheard of humiliation..) I was instructed to return the too-large step.

***
I cancelled today’s visit today as I’m feeling unwell and, with coronavirus, a visit to an establishment catering to the elderly could spell disaster. My potentially compromised health had me delay picking up Jessica’s organic anti-anxiety-med-impregnated collar from the vet. Miraculously, the vet was heading toward the Care Center anyway and she dropped off the medicated collar.
Jessica’s eating habits, a reprise. While my mother and I agreed that Jessica “must” begin the arduous task of transitioning to canned dog food. Jessica, alas, has other ideas: canned dog food? You expect me to eat canned food? I don’t eat no stinking canned dog food!
My mother explained Jessica “doesn’t want it.” Jessica’s refusal scares my mother. What if… the dog starves? … the dog is insulted by the new dietary direction?
I try to lay the ground for Jessica’s transition to the more practical, Care Center-centered diet - whether she “wants it” or not. “Mix small amounts of canned food into Jessica’s high-end giblets meals to acclimate her.”
“But,” my mother tells me, “She doesn’t like it.”
“She will get used to it,” I urge. “Canned dog food is the practical solution. Your job as leader of the pack is to demonstrate to The Dog how to adjust to change.”
Alas, this goes nowhere.
For me, it’s back to carry freshly cooked giblets to the Care Center.

Reality check

Day after day I read the news and become more agitated at the goings on, in the world and, particularly, in the United States. US media ratchets up the anxiety, as do polls, the president, and Congress. I’m reaching the point at which it becomes … mentally destabilizing… to focus on US news for news.

News blues…

The underlying assumption of Donald Trump’s many proclamations about Covid-19: life will immediately return to normal after a vaccine is administered.
Wrong. Again.
Here’s How the Pandemic Finally Ends : A vaccine by early 2021, a steady decline in cases by next fall and back to normal in a few years — 11 top experts look into the future.

“It will take two things to bring this virus under control: hygienic measures and a vaccine. And you can’t have one without the other,” says Paul Offit, director of the Vaccine Education Center and an attending physician in the Division of Infectious Diseases at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia.
… Producing and distributing a vaccine will take months, with the average American not receiving their dose (or doses) until at least mid- or late 2021. And while widespread inoculation will play a large role in bringing life back to normal, getting the shot will not be your cue to take off your mask and run free into a crowded bar. The end of the pandemic will be an evolution, not a revolution, the vaccine just another powerful tool in that process.
… Experts’ estimates of the timeline vary, but there seems to be some agreement that the virus could be in decline and under control by the second half of 2021, and that society could see pre-Covid “normal” within two years.

Buckle up – and don’t forget to wear your mask!

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Daily Maverick webinar: Eskom’s Survival is South Africa’s Survival. Hosted by Sasha Planting with Sikonathi Mantshantsha and Doug Kuni.

Healthy futures, anyone?

The wealthiest one percent of the world’s population are responsible for the emission of more than twice as much carbon dioxide as the poorer half of the world from 1990 to 2015.

Carbon dioxide emissions rose by 60% over the 25-year period, but the increase in emissions from the richest 1% was three times greater than the increase in emissions from the poorest half.
A report, compiled by Oxfam and the Stockholm Environment Institute, warned that rampant overconsumption and the rich world’s addiction to high-carbon transport are exhausting the world’s “carbon budget”.
Such a concentration of carbon emissions in the hands of the rich means that despite taking the world to the brink of climate catastrophe, through burning fossil fuels, we have still failed to improve the lives of billions, said Tim Gore, head of policy, advocacy and research at Oxfam International.
“The global carbon budget has been squandered to expand the consumption of the already rich, rather than to improve humanity,” he told the Guardian. “A finite amount of carbon can be added to the atmosphere if we want to avoid the worst impacts of the climate crisis. We need to ensure that carbon is used for the best.”
The richest 10% of the global population, comprising about 630 million people, were responsible for about 52% of global emissions over the 25-year period, the study showed.

The biggest surprise?
Globally, the richest 10 percent are those with incomes above about $35,000 (£27,000 / ZAR600,000) a year. The richest 1 percent are people earning more than about $100,000 (£78,000 / ZAR1,711,600) a year.
This requires a shift in understanding, particularly if one assumes an annual a salary of $35,000 barely provides a sustainable lifestyle in California’s San Francisco Bay Area. There, an annual salary of $35,000 disallows rental of even a small apartment,, and certainly disallows saving enough money to make a down payment on a home. (The median home value of single-family homes and condos in San Francisco is $1,416,879, with a down payment of 20 percent, that is, more than $280,000.)

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A note about political ads shared below: US political campaigns spend millions of dollars each year on political ads, and many more millions during presidential elections. This year, for the first time in my memory, Republicans are running political ads against Republican incumbents, particularly against the incumbent Republican president. The ads are diverse, hard hitting, and unprecedented. I share them to express surprise at the anomaly and at creativity. Enjoy!
The Lincoln Project: The Choice  (0:55 mins)
Meidas Touch:
Lying Lindsey  (0:58 mins)
Vote Or Die: You Are Not Nobody  (0:25 mins)
Really American: Trump Destroys Democracy (0:35 mins)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

My mother’s relocation to the Care Center is complete (sort of) and her – and Jessica, The Dog’s - settling in proceeds. My mother’s sole focus is Jessica’s happiness – and she appears to believe that my sole focus should be Jessica’s happiness, too. Accordingly, I regularly drive to the Center with freshly cooked giblets for Jessica, Beeno biscuits for Jessica, a non-slip mat for Jessica. (This, to secure the recycled crate upon which Jessica accesses my mother’s bed. Jessica’s first try on the crate resulted in the crate slipping on the tile floor and Jessica tumbling. So far, she’s refused to approach the crate for another try.)
After cancelling my visit today - I’m feeling unwell - and hired someone to deliver Jessica’s freshly cooked giblets.
In theory, my mother agrees that Jessica “must” transition to eating canned dog food. But she reports that Jessica “doesn’t want” to eat it – and frets that Jessica will starve.
I insist that Jessica transition to that more practical diet - whether she “wants to” or not – and advise mixing small amounts of canned food into Jessica’s high-end giblets meals.
“But,” my mother moans, “She doesn’t like it.”
“Your job as leader of the pack,” I urge my mother, “is to demonstrate to The Dog how to adjust to change.” 

Each day allows one to re-evaluate reality. Not an easy task.