The Utility Truck Parked Outside Again
Same truck. Third time this month. It idles at the end of my road for about twenty minutes, nobody gets out, then it leaves. I write it down in the log — date, time, which direction it came from. Most people wouldn't notice. Most people aren't watching. That's exactly what they want you to think: that there's nothing to notice, that noticing makes you the problem. I'm not saying it's sinister. I'm saying I don't know what it is, and neither do you, and pretending otherwise is how you end up dependent on somebody else's version of events. So I watch. I log. I keep the wood stove clean and the water tank full and the freezer at capacity. The truck can idle as long as it wants.
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What the Meter Actually Measures
My neighbor Roy got a smart meter installed last spring. Didn't ask for it. The crew just showed up one Tuesday and swapped it out while he was at work. Now his bill has a graph — hourly usage, device-level estimates, the whole thing. He thinks it's convenient. I think it's a detailed map of his life handed to a corporation that sells data for a living. When you heat your house, when you shower, when you're awake at 2 a.m. — all of it, timestamped and transmitted. I've been thinking about why the system is built to keep you plugged in rather than capable on your own, and the smart meter is a clean example. The product isn't the electricity. The product is the pattern of your day. Roy says he has nothing to hide. I say that's not the point.
The Part Nobody Prices In
People talk about going off-grid like it's a purchase. Buy the panels, buy the batteries, done. But there's a cost that shows up later, in the details — the inverter that needs a proprietary firmware update to keep its warranty, the battery management system that phones home to a server in a state you've never been to. I ran the numbers on my own setup a while back and got uncomfortable. Real independence carries a specific price tag, and some of it isn't money. Some of it is vigilance. You have to audit the thing you built the same way you'd audit the thing you left. The work doesn't stop at installation. That's the part the sales sheet leaves out — not that I'm selling anything, just saying the sheet exists and somebody wrote it.
Skepticism Is Maintenance, Not a Mood
I hear people say they're skeptical like it's a personality trait they picked up somewhere, something they put on and take off. That's not how it works out here. Skepticism used properly is a survival skill — it's the habit of checking the source before you act on the information, of asking who benefits before you agree with the conclusion. I apply it to the news, obviously. But also to the guy at the feed store who swears by a particular brand of water filter. Also to myself, which is the uncomfortable part. Confirmation bias doesn't care which side of the political map you're on. It just finds the groove your thinking already made and runs in it. So I check my own assumptions on a rotating basis. It's tedious. It's also the only honest way to operate.
The Truck Is Gone Now
Pulled away about an hour ago. No work done, no door knocked, no explanation left behind. I added it to the log and went back to splitting wood. The pile is good for another two weeks at current burn rate. The water tank is full. If something shifts tonight — grid, weather, whatever — I don't need to make a single phone call to be okay. That's the whole point. Not fear. Just not needing them to be fine.