Welcome to my brain. It’s messy. It’s interesting. And it’s all connected if you stick around long enough. "Believe Nothing: no matter who said it, even if I have said it, except it agree with your own reason and common sense. Siddhartha Guatamo, the Buddha.

What of it????

Progress (not progressivism) is measured in time and resources. The resources we use today, are the same as available to cro-magnon man way back when. The only difference is how we use them whereas they didn’t use them. Thats due to technology and progressive growth. We stand on the shoulders of giants, and one of those giants was that cro-magnon man.

That progress is creeping towards my house even as I type. The strip-mine two ridges over is expanding. They have been doing sample core drilling within 100 yards of my house. Nothing that I wasn’t aware of as possible, but it is moving faster than I’d expected. You see, my water source is from a tapped spring underneath a rather large coal seam. There is a shallow mine probably left-over from depression years when people did what they had to. Where that water percolates out pf that location is my source: filtered by sandstone shale and coal. I just store the overflow in a tank that is connected to my house downhill through a 2″ pipe.

If the mine does head my way, my source will be shot as that is the seam they have been drilling to.

No worries as they say, I have options, but the biggest problem will be my location. I live far too close to said encroachment for comfort. They will have to buy me out or forego getting that coal. Its not on my land but well inside legal encroachment laws.

What’s gonna actually happen? I have no clue. No one from said company has approached me, no notices have been posted on my door while I’m out, I just don’t know. Heck, nothing at all may happen as they may decide the gains aren’t adequate for the expense.

Even if they do make the decision to mine and I do get bought out, I will take it as a blessing in disguise. Where will that ‘blessing’ take me? Too early to even contemplate (though I am contemplating, just not making arrangements: not just yet.)

Its progress, you can’t stop it; you just have to adapt to it. To not adapt is to die, and I’m not quite ready for that road. LOL.

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