Oh how I wish that quote was mine. However I have to give credit where credit is due. And credit is due to Day 6 CBC Radio host Brent Bambury, uttered as I listened on my morning ‘commute’ to Stuff & Nonsense. I also have to thank Brent for giving me my first real belly laugh out loud moment since we got back home. And as I listened on, after the the belly laugh subsided into a chuckle and finally settled into a subtle lip twitch, I began to ponder how aptly this quote sums up the week.
Brent was playing a little game of ‘Guess who said it?’ Muammar Gadhafi, Charlie Sheen or Glen Beck (of conservative Fox News infamy) – all three steeply entrenched in their own version of crazy town at the moment. With quotes such as “We are all pirates,” “They picked a fight with a warlock,” and “You can get rich making fun of me,” the game wasn’t as easy as one might think.
Here on the rock the weather (like the news) has been nothing short of schizophrenic. We’ve had snow, extreme wind, warming sun, pelting sideways rain, mist, slushing sky and often all of the above in one day. While talking about the weather is a favourite pastime for many here on our bucolic little island (right up there with BC Ferries & astrology – or both, i.e., how the latter might be affecting the former), the severe passive agressive nature of it as of late has battened down the lip flaps of even the most devout wet coast winter enthusiasts. Instead we’ve all been reduced to a dull breathless communal mumble about how much wood we’re burning through and how cold we all are.
All the constant change in pressure is stirring up the crazy pot, I can feel it, as if there’s one thing the good people of Salt Spring Island don’t like it’s change. I for one haven’t been sleeping very well with an agitation that I just can’t put my finger on (partly because my hands are so cold that I have to have them lodged under Joe’s side most of the night). It just feels like there’s a lot of un-hinged captains at the helm of the ship these days.
Thankfully there’s no shortage of sheep to count in this particular tropic of crazy.