Now I’ve done it. I’ve finally gone over the edge. I bought a new book today. It’s called The Solar Food Dryer: How to Make and Use Your Own Low-Cost, High Performance Sun-Powered Food Dehydrator. Honestly, I’m afraid to tell you the other book I bought, kindly suggested by Amazon, considering that latest purchase. Yes, I also bought Surviving Off Off-Grid, a book that goes beyond “off-grid” solar and alternative energy use to “off off-grid” zero energy use. At least that’s what the reviews said, and they were mostly 5 star.
So I guess that makes me officially a hippie.
To my credit, I bought both books through Amazon using wireless internet, and I had them “whisper-synced” to my Kindle with 3G. I’m hoping the Off Off-Grid book has ideas on how to actually read it once the battery runs low on my Kindle. Ironic much?
But I’ve noticed a movement lately toward being more natural and real, as well as taking responsibility for self. People are fighting for the ability to legally buy raw milk. Friends of mine are no longer using shampoo, and seeing how well their bodies adapt to the lack of chemicals. Processed foods are off of my personal menu, along with grains. I drink coconut water for hydration and electrolyte replacement instead of Gatorade. Though many were forced out of their high-stress high-pay jobs, some are seeing it as an opportunity to regain their lives and reconnect with their families.
In less than a year my day job will be eliminated due to new technology. Since it is a truly exhausting job, filled with hazards, and involves walking around town wearing clothing emblazoned with the name of the most reviled company in the state… I’m not as upset as maybe I should be. I’m seeing it as an opportunity to get back to a state of sanity, Okay, maybe as close to sanity as I’ll ever be. I don’t have an expensive car and the balance on my one and only credit card is $88.69. Yes, you read that right. The housing market here is crap, so rent is relatively low. I just don’t need the hassle that comes with a stressful job, the kind you have to have in order to get the great paycheck. Downsizing just sounds so… primal.
Recently, the Electric Daisy Carnival came to my town. Though incredibly high-tech and high-priced, you couldn’t help but compare it to Woodstock back in 1969. Hordes of people coming to hear the music their parents hated, some acted like morons, but most just showing up for the experience. I wasn’t there for either one. In 1969, I was the 4-year-old daughter of parents who were more into the New Christy Minstrels than Jimi Hendrix. This year, I had responsibilities, like working that weekend. Mandatory overtime. And I’m the age my parents were now. I don’t have the patience for crowds and pounding bass or flashing lights.
I’m an old Modern Day Hippie now.
Off to read about living off the grid . Where’s my Kindle?