The Kindle edition of Choosing Off the Grid is now up on Amazon. The ‘actual, real-life book’ with paper pages and all that, will be up and available in a day or so. The paper version has some pictures in it. Otherwise it is the same content.
Kinda ol’ hat stuff for you guys, tho…..
This second book is really just a more detailed look at the motivation and inspiration behind us moving off the grid. Stuff you already know about from labouring through the blog. It includes some of the mental hurdles and the adjustments that were made. I included a bit on ‘how to do it’ but, of course, there are as many ways to go off the grid as there are ways to leave your lover. You can even Get on the bus, Gus or Get a new plan, Stan.
Basically, it’s about Get yourself free.
Paul Simon could have written it.
It’s about 200 or so pages. Not as long as OUR LIFE OTG. Took awhile to crank this baby out, tho, I must admit. It’s a bit of a ramble. I don’t advise buying the damn thing but you might want to borrow it from the library some day. Buy it if you are wondering when to make the leap yourself (answer: NOW!) or if you are young (under 50 is now considered young) and have time to ‘salvage’ (a portion of the book is on the merits of having a one-ton, 4×4 and some free time).
In this blog, you sometimes had to read about an event to ‘get’ what makes Dave and Sal tick. In the book, we just come out and say it. “This is what makes us tick and this is what ticked me off!” It’s more revealing but, really, who needs more Dave revealed?
This blog post is also a smidge late………..been busy……the boat-haul-out is coming along nicely. We are pleased. Weird, tho…….the haul-out represents more work and effort than the planned work-on-boats it will allow us to do. Still, it is good to have this amenity. It’s almost a necessity, really. Boats need repair and we need to repair ’em. So, we are happy with it. Pictures soon.
A short anecdote: a community gathering and the person around whom the gathering was focused was not there. Calls were made. No answer. Sal came to get me. We went lookin’ for him…..’was our guy OK?’ We got to his dock. Boat was there. Then we got to his house and heard music. Knocked. He answered with a smile and a warm greeting.
“Didja forget? Today? You and the gathering?”
Blank look………”Yep. Forgot completely. Total blank. Happening more and more lately. Want some tea?”
“No thanks. Gotta run. Glad you are good. Got some calls to make. We gotta do ’em while we remember ’cause we are forgetting more and more, too. You might want to make a few calls, yourself?”
“Good idea. Nice seein’ ya.”
So, the point: Well, I am 69 and a half….that’s close to 70 by my reckoning….and my memory ain’t what it used to be (altho I remember everything better than Sal. What planet did she live on these past 47 years?). We are all getting older and, as my children imply with their raised eyes, getting stupider all the time. The other day, I was feeling so old and tired that, when I bent over to take off my shoes, I spent an extra second wondering, ‘since I am down here, is there anything else I can do?’
Can’t remember if I did anything extra or not while down there…but you get my point.