I have an electric personality.  By that I mean I fuzz out the radio when I’m trying to listen to it.  Our steel roof is grounded and it’s the only place I really feel comfortable.  I become disoriented whenever I go to Town, almost certainly because of all the wires around, never mind the multitude of WiFi signals everywhere.

One of my psychiatric conditions is Adult Onset Schitzophrenia, and I have arguments with people who aren’t there.  This condition’s much reduced by a daily dose of 100 to 150 mg of zinc (available from the pharmacy), which has to be balanced by a small (6-9mg) dose of copper.  Now this intrigues me.  My high school physics tells me that zinc and copper will form an electric cell, capable of producing 1.5 volts.  When I was a boy, they were used in disposable batteries.  Is my personal variety of electricity, then, so unusual?

I hear a lot of talk about cell phones being unsafe, especially those held up to the ear, instead of being held on the lap like when you’re texting.  If people are like me even a little, then it could be true, although I don’t know how you could find out for sure.

Ironically, there’s a history of electrical involvement in my family. My great grandfather was a professor of elecrical engineering when electicity was brand new. Thomas Edison tried to patent one of my great grands’ ideas and lost the npatent fight.  Oh dear.  The old man had beaten him to the punch.  I understand the idea’s accepted as standard practice in the transmission lines today.  But then, if you’re the first, it’s hard to get it wrong.

Another irony about electricity and me is this.  We live on the best-maintained gravel road I’ve ever known because there’s a hydro dam at the end of it.  The hydro workers and their contractors need good access, but the joke in my head is that we’re self-sufficient when it comes to hydro and don’t need all their efforts, although we surely appreciate them.

We’ve balanced our electrical usage with the input we get from our 440 watt solar panels and the five large deep cycle batteries that store the power when there’s no sun.  We’ve only had to use our back-up generator a couple of times all winter.  L.E.D. lights and kerosene lamps give us all the light we need in the house and Linda has more than enough power to run her web empire!  I’m still freaked when I see the huge amount of voltage available every day.  This turns the chore of clearing snow from the panels into a pleasure.

I’m astonished when I see, or better, count the number of trucks Ontario Hydro has to have running up and down our road to keep the watts flowing to the towns-folk.  Linda believes this need for power’s an addiction and people cannot do without it.  It has to be available at the click of a switch any time, or the world’ll fall apart.

I was raised in England and after W.W. II we had rotating power outages.  The lights would go out and my dad would light the candles. It was just one of those things.  I was told “Industry” needed the electricity, and the rest of us had to take turns doing without. This was the state of affairs, apparently, in La Belle Province before Hydro Quebec came along and cleaned things up.  I hear there are certain days nominated for “Power Off” days, where people are supposed to turn off their electricity for one hour, I suppose to show they can do without it.  I had a quiet chuckle to myself when I heard about it.  One hour?  Pulease.

All the best from the bush,  Charlie.

P.S. I wore an aluminium safety helmet on our latest trip to Town and it shielded me from a noticeable amount of radiation.  Nobody really noticed and I plan to wear it regularly.

All the Best, Charlie from the Bush