I was away from the ‘pooter this weekend, sorry. Came back this morning to post the entry below and catch up on comments, seeing one that read in part…
Just don’t pretend you are some kind of self-sufficient hermit living in the desert, because you’re not. Every time you need something you post it on your blog, and… WHAT DO YOU KNOW… it appears.
Try it without handouts and let us know how it goes.
I don’t dispute that at all and – for the record – explicitly never have. In fact I have always been extremely careful about too enthusiastically patting myself on the back lest I dislocate a shoulder, and specifically avoid ever applying the term “self-sufficient” to myself specifically because I consider it an unrealistic and even undesirable goal. I stated that most explicitly here, and invite you to read the whole thing because despite it being almost 10 years old a lot of it still holds up…
At this point I would go off on a long, self-congratulatory riff about my rugged individualism – except that there are people who will read this and know better. That self-sufficiency thing again. I’d never get away with claiming it for myself because without the kind assistance of others I’d be working a counter somewhere and happy for the work.
Let’s take a look at that Secret Lair I’m so proud of. M supplied the land, and the water, and the transport for virtually all the lumber, and a huge chunk of the labor in framing, sheathing and roofing it. Landlady and Claire provided the place I’ve lived while building it. Sure, I’ve tried to pay back in kind but self-sufficient? Hardly.
And yes it’s true that in the past five years my standard of living has improved dramatically, due to regular help from Big Brother and also Patreon and care package supporters to me personally and to this blog. I used to live on $30/week and now it’s more like $300/month. I never hid that, any more than I hid the fact that from 2009 through 2015 I lived on shit-shoveling and grunt work gigs, often detailed on the blog. Since 2015 the cabin is much improved, as are my clothing, food and weapons. I’ve also droned on at length about how when I need something it does have a habit of turning up. Search the blog for the word synchronicity, if you have a lot of time on your hands.
I’m not speaking with rancor, I’m just saying – I never claimed differently.