Earlier today, my wife and I went to Kroger’s to look for some fish worth cooking. Good, fresh fish is hard to come by in the Ohio Valley. All of the fish in the main cooler was frozen, not fresh, and nearly all was from China, with a couple varieties being from Indonesia. I WILL NOT buy fish from a country that is perfectly willing to poison both our pets and our children. Indonesia isn’t much better, since it’s full of muslims these days. The only things in those cases from the US were one pound packages of shrimp anf scallops, going for about $17 a pack. Interestingly enough, the “product of China” phrase was in tiny print on the back of the packages, while the American flag on the front was quite noticeable. The “product of USA” phrase was equally well-hidden. It sort of made me wonder if they were ashamed of the fact!
We finally found a tiny kiosk with fresh (or freshly thawed) fish that held catfish, salmon and tilapia that said that it was “distributed by” an American company. Unfortunately, nothing was said about the source. Out of desperation, we settled for a couple packs of tilapia and hoped it was domestic. I’ll find out before we buy again. Also, the pieces of fish were rather small, nothing like the large pieces that I remember getting there as a kid. I was pretty disgusted by the whole experience.
This evening, I got my cane from the truck and my chainsaw from the basement and worked-up some of the small trees that have lain at the edge of my lawn all winter. Between my weight, my stiffness, my being in less than good physical condition, and a week’s worth of rain, I figured that I could use a third foot on the ground when moving.
It would surely have been amusing to watch. I’d set the safety on my chainsaw and, with it in one hand and my cane in the other, move around the sloping yard edge to my next work-site. Then, I’d lay down the cane, unlock the safety and do anything I could do without moving my feet too much. Then, I’d repeat the process. It took me a little longer than it would have 20 years ago, when it was still the way that I made part of my living, but I got the job done. I can only imagine what the neighbor must have thought, if he was watching! © 2015