Visit to the Ecocentre
Saturday in the suburbs. Or, how I visited the Ecocentre. When the garbage people ignored my properly piled plastic, I knew that extraordinary measures were in store. And so this morning, before coffee, I reclined the seats, spread the spread and loaded up for my next adventure.
Not far away, the site is kept behind a huge sliding gate, and further guarded by a team of, well, guards. I had to show photo ID (proof of residency) and explain the nature of my cargo before receiving a laconic “Gate 5”. This is a big deal: multiple gates, and a customized Tonka toy that compresses the stuff abandoned by my neighbours. Just a note: all that carbon spewing from the stack may flag a need for motor maintenance. Give it some thought, since you’ve put up a sign calling the place an Eco-something.
And now my pool pieces are gone. Like so much of our disposable society, out of sight and out of mind.
The need to buy groceries was pressing by late afternoon. Tomorrow is a major holiday (meaning that whatever can close will). At the supermarket, I was not alone. And now, we are ready to face a day without market access. Sort of a dry run for the apocalypse.
In the same vein, this is Field Day weekend, where the amateur radio community across the continent holds a readiness exercise. I haven’t participated (in the club context) for years, but my own station has been on briefly. I’ve made contacts on four of the major HF bands, just to prove that my equipment is “ready”. No big deal. I might even pay the local club site a visit before the exercise ends, tomorrow. They’re only a mile away.
