27th May 2019 Pass the snow plough, please?

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Monday 27th 54F, cloud clearing to sunny periods but quite breezy. Walked to the village to the sound of birdsong. More hedge hacking before lunch.

I had to trailer several cubic yards of compressed hedge clippings to the recycling yard. So shopped from the car.

Hawthorn caterpillar browsing on the crops.  

A criminally insane, lorry driver cut me off on a wide corner. He was driving a bright red, two story, car transporter with matching trailer, at insanely high speed. While deliberately choosing to clip the opposite verge despite easily seeing my own approach. It hardly seems worth mentioning that there were double white lines supposedly protecting the corner. Perhaps he failed to notice them because so many other drivers had cut the same corner to wear away the road markings. Too lazy to go all the way around the bends despite sitting in high speed wheelchairs?

Afternoon: More hours spent hedge clipping. Sounds boring? Not if the hard exercise helps to keep me fit and well. Nobody else can do it for you! Mankind seems hell bent on following the low inactivity levels of the ruling classes of the past. While simultaneously consuming a diet to match one required for heavy labour.

Every tool and shortcut towards physical laziness is just another nail in our own coffins. Almost my entire life has been consumed in hard physical labour of one kind or another. I was the only one in our neighbourhood who cleared snow from the communal paths. These days it is a requirement, by law in Denmark, that pavements in front of private homes are kept clear. Yet many village pavements are still knee deep in snow until it finally thaws.

Never let a copse or wood limit your farmland expansion plans. Keep on trimmin!

Modern, plastic snow scrapers [like big shovels] are dirt cheap, lightweight and almost effortless in use. Even for some octogenarians like us! These shovels can be bought at many Danish supermarkets in season.

Few, if any, of our neighbours have ever been arsed to clear snow from the shared drive. Few can be arsed to trim the grass on their boundaries which is [again] a requirement by law. These same neighbours are/were 1/3 of our age and had sedentary jobs. With the car always parked close to the front door to avoid any unwanted exercise. Except that incurred in lifting yet another "energy" drink or beer can to their drooling gobs.

When my wife and I went to shopping malls in the city we always took the stairs as a matter of personal pride. 99.999% used the gently sloping, rubber belt escalators in case they got short of breath. The only exercise they ever get is walking, or more often, hobbling to their cars. Which are always parked as close as possible to the doors of the supermarket. Many drivers will stop beside the doors to let "the shopper" out before parking nearby.

They then loll on the handle of the shopping trolley like an invalid. Or someone recovering from crippling injury. While they creep about in ultra slow motion seeking salty, fatty and sugar laden crap to "keep up their energy levels." They must surely know the risks, by now. From leading such a low exercise, piss poor diet of an existence. I often wonder if there is a slow, massed, suicidal, death wish amongst the human race to compensate for massive overpopulation?

The reliance on prescription, happy pills, just to get through daily life, seems to have become the norm. Entertainment has to be constantly on steroids to maintain interest in their deliberately boring lives. Drug abuse seems to be increasingly the norm amongst the young. They never look up from their latest and greatest, tiny window on their boring, intensely secondhand worlds. It is  no wonder they need constant, chemical stimulation!

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