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2 THE RURAL VOICE
Gisele Ireland
Just what's safe anyway?
The main emotion guiding me on
a scorching summer's afternoon as I
drove the tractor and baler between
the rows of hay, which by the way
had never been
rained on, was
fear. Before I'd
ever ground the
gears to find
third iow or
jerked the clutch
giving Super
Wrench and Son
whiplash, I was
warned. Terrible
things would
befall my person
were I to be
inattentive in
watching for
those craters that
groundhogs dig just for the express
purpose of catching the wheel of an
unsuspecting hay wagon.
A couple of hours and a filled hay
wagon later, my fear began to fade. I
was getting preuy confident and let
my mind wander. Other fears we are
bombarded with daily came to mind.
Fear of the sun popped up. I glanced
back to see the men on the wagon,
shirtless and sweating, and myself,
wearing as little as I could decently
get away with, and thought of the
dire skin cancer warnings. Would
those UV rays penetrate and do hor-
rible things? I beat that fear down
with the logic that farmers being
afraid of the sun is like asking an
oceanographer to be afraid of the wa-
ter. Use caution and common sense
and there would be nothing to fear.
Another fear popped up when I
eyed the water jug hanging beside
me. Were there little creatures in
that water, visible under a micro-
scope and of the kind science fiction
movies are made of? Hah, I un-
capped it and had a swig and passed
the jug back to the men. They drank
thirstily, likely never thinking what I
had just thought.
I just barely swung in time to miss
another hole when other fears
occurred to me. Would the steak I
planned for supper clog our arteries
and seule in dangerous places? After
all, experts have claimed where you
carry your excess determines how
long you live. If you get portly
around the middle, you might as well
think of cemetery plots right now and
if you carry it in the legs and rump,
you've got a little more time to think
about where you'd like to rest in
peace.
The whipped cream, sitting in the
fridge, just waiting to crown the fresh
berries, is also to be feared. Better to
top them off with alfalfa sprouts and
live as long as medical science has
predicted we are capable of, provided
we pay attention to the fears instilled
in us. A few years ago, coffee was to
be feared, and then other experts
changed their mind. My biggest fear
then was facing the morning without
a coffee to jump start me. Another
morning item, the timeless egg,
became a thing to be feared. If you
must eat them, we were warned,
throw the yolk away. I tried it for a
while, and found bacon and
meringue were not popular items
around here. We're still eating
cackleberries and are alive to tell
about it. The same goes for dairy
products. The cows go to a lot of
work to produce milk, and it would
make them feel bad for me to replace
it with a synthetic oil product that
lasts for weeks without rotting or
souring.
If one were so inclined, you could
catalogue enough fears to prevent
you ever leaving the house.
Furthermore, your house is to be
feared also. Are the floors and walls
giving off noxious odours, is there
dead air waiting to attack you? Do
you clean with products that are
friendly to the environment? If not,
there's a whole gamut of fears you
can twist your thoughts around.
You can fear going places. Will
some deranged creep try to steal my
grandsons if I take them to the mall?
Will my next vacation leave me
beaten and robbed because I strayed
off the beaten path to explore?
What exactly is in that ice cream
cone that's dripping off your chin
and running down your shirt? What
are those additives doing to your
tongue that's in overdrive trying to
catch every last runnel of flavour?