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Nothing Happens…

Nothing Happens…

And nothing happens, then everything happens. I thought the story this month was going to be about our fabulous new dining room table and chairs that we found at the Re-Store for $150, six chairs included and made out of solid maple. I did research online and it’s the work of a Dutch immigrant furniture designer, Jan Kuyper, who worked from 1951-1960 with a mandate to update the colonial designs at an Ontario furniture company.) Fascinating stuff! We went out to dinner and when we came back my husband said, “All night I kept thinking, I wish I were sitting at our new table and chairs.” In his defence, we had had our old set for THIRTY years.

Then, a couple of days later, our youngest daughter decided to elope in Vancouver. As you can imagine, the dining set was suddenly small potatoes indeed. 

We had experienced all the highs (and lows) of a big wedding when our eldest daughter got married  eleven years ago, so we didn’t feel we’d been snubbed or left out, really. We saw the lovely photos online. The whole thing had been thrown together in exactly three hours. They had googled, “how to get married in Vancouver,” and taken it from there. 

The whole tone of the wedding was set by my grand-daughter. My girl and her fiancé had planned to marry in shorts and t-shirts and just sign the papers with the justice of the peace. (London Drugs sells a kit.) My young grand-daughter had made an entrance into the kitchen in one of her many ball gowns announcing, “This is what I shall be wearing to the wedding.”

A best man was rounded up. He brought a wonderful, classy black suit for the groom to wear. Akiko already had an engagement ring, so, that was a ring. The groom was handed a hand-carved wooden ring by a quickly enrolled bridesmaid. A smattering of friends dropped whatever they were doing on that Vancouver Wednesday night and dashed over in nice outfits, and at 8:30 the deed was done in the veggie garden, under an archway, appropriately. 

My daughter wore a borrowed white, flapper-inspired dress from her older sister and some really cute, blue flat shoes for something blue. (When you wear a size 6 really all shoes are cute.) 

They made a stunning pair on the photographs, handsome and pretty. All young people are of course beautiful, though they are oblivious to it. (Nora Ephron’s advice to any young woman that may have been reading her words was to “go put on a bikini and don’t take it off until you’re 35.” 

Everyone lined up for the throwing of the bouquet. There was an engaged couple there, but my granddaughter caught the bouquet. She had been over the moon during the whole prep and ceremony. When she caught the flowers she bit her lower lip, gazed down at the flowers, then, overcome with emotion, raced to her mom and buried her face in her lap. “I never thought I would be next,” she said in a whisper.

The reason for the elopement was not that they despised their respective families, or at least that’s not their story to us. Border guards wouldn’t let the fiancé into The States because they weren’t married. But, it’s not like she just went out on a few dates with some dude and married him. They’ve been living together for 3 years and we love him dearly. Just to clear that up. They will be dining out on how they pulled off a fantastic wedding in just three hours for the rest of their lives.

 So, to recap, what’s happened this past week, the old dining set was finally scrapped, my baby just got married and then, yesterday we had to have our old pony, Charlie put down at age forty-four. 

“That’s it, then.” I said to my husband as we stood over his grave. “I’d say we’re done.”

With his death, instantly the feeling on this land changed. No longer would we be harassed as we sat on the deck, trying to eat or drink something, or just plain relax. There would be no more nickering and requests for carrots. No more warning the grandkids not to go close to him with bare feet. It was the end of looking out the windows and seeing him ambling down the trails on his daily round of activities, walking to the pond for a drink, sunbathing in the front meadow, eating windfall apples behind the log cabin, shimmying on his back, legs in the air, to scratch himself on a bed of pine cones, on and on. 

We got Charlie from a lovely woman in Courtenay just after Christmas in 1987. We had been here for 6 months and getting a pony, although ostensibly for our 8 year old daughter, was actually the fulfillment of my childhood dream. 

So, Charlie has been inseparable from our stay on this piece of land. Twenty-six years is a long, long time.

 

He was a beautiful chestnut colour in his youth, or early middle-age, which is when we got him. I never knew horses went grey. I’d say in the end he was 60 percent grey, all over. His mane and tail were thick and luxurious. We had to trim his tail periodically so he didn’t step on it. It made quite a crunch in the scissors.

Our daughter remembers riding him bareback at full gallop down Denman Rd. just after it had rained. (Much less traffic in those days.) He hated puddles so he was zig-zagging to avoid them as she clung on for dear life. She swam in the ocean on his back, together with her friend on her pony, Frosty. (Sounds dangerous to me. I had no idea, this was recent revelation.)

It’s not been like that for a long time. Last year, the youngest grandson sat on his back for a couple of minutes.

We’re lulled into complacency by the routine of life and how nothing seems to change, or at least not very quickly. This seems to be a time of great change. I have to remind myself that it is an inevitable fact of life, and that just to have life is a blessing.   

Shapeshifting Carrots

Shapeshifting Carrots 

Kids are funny. One of my grandchildren wouldn’t dream of eating a carrot – raw, steamed, roasted, it doesn’t matter. Carrots are simply not his thing. Yet he loves to both help bake and to consume homemade carrot bars; somehow they’re in another category. Go figure!

So here’s my truly easy, not too sweet, recipe for Carrot Bars, another in my growing repertoire of real food that you can savour for a snack or dessert, start your day on, or have as part of your lunch.

3 C. organic whole wheat flour 1 t. baking soda

1 t. baking powder 1 t. salt

1 T. cinnamon

¼ C. organic brown sugar 2 t. vanilla

4 eggs

½ C. olive oil

1 C. organic shredded coconut 1 C. buttermilk or applesauce

1 C. raisins or Palestinian dates, chopped 3 C. shredded carrots

Grease a 13 x 9 inch baking dish, dust with flour, and preheat oven to 350. Mix the dry ingredients in one bowl and the liquid in another.

Make a well with the dry ingredients and combine the liquid. Mix until everything is well- blended. You want it to thickly pour into your baking dish, and not be runny, more like a cake batter. If you need more liquid, add more buttermilk or applesauce. The applesauce adds such a nice sweetness, especially if yours is homemade, and I love baking with buttermilk, so I often use both. It’s your call.

Bake at 350 for 40 or so minutes. Let cool and cut into squares. These freeze really well too. Enjoy!

Next week: Housing & Home, Part 3.

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There Is No Antisemitism Crisis In Australia. It’s A Carefully Constructed Lie.

The Murdoch-owned Daily Telegraph has been caught trying to orchestrate what can only be described as a mass media psyop to inflame public hysteria about antisemitism in Australia.

In a project internally titled “UNDERCOVERJEW” supposedly designed to show “what it’s like being Jewish in Sydney”, a man wearing a Star of David hat and video glasses went around targeting Muslim and Arab businesses trying to instigate hostility from staff members trailed by a video producer and a Telegraph reporter.

The man, who is reportedly associated with the Australian Jewish Association, entered an Egyptian cafe called Cairo Takeaway and postured with his Star of David hatwithout getting any reaction from anyone. He then started making comments to cafe staff, who caught on to what he was doing and started recording him. Police were then called and it caused a big scandal.

It’s obvious that the intention here was to instigate something that could be framed as an “antisemitic incident” and provoke a national outcry and draw all the usual fiery denunciations from Australian officials, followed by arguments citing the incident as evidence that Australia needs even more aggressive speech laws to stomp out all criticism of the genocidal apartheid state of Israel.

And it should here be noted that The Daily Telegraph is owned by News Corp, the Murdoch media conglomerate which dominates the Australian press. Rupert Murdoch became the media giant he is with the help of his ties with the Ronald Reagan administration and US government agencies. Also noteworthy is that Murdoch is a board member and significant shareholder of Genie Energy, which holds a contract to drill for oil and gas in the Golan Heights — territory illegally occupied by Israel.

This is just the latest in a spate of incidents in which a narrative about an urgent epidemic of antisemitism in Australia is being marketed to the public based on false information. Just today we learned from The Sydney Morning Herald that the Dural caravan laden with explosive materials we were told a couple of weeks ago was intended for use in a “mass casualty event” targeting Jewish sites was not only full of unusable 40 year-old explosives with no detonator, but was involved in a scheme by underworld crime gangs to help negotiate reduced sentences with law enforcement.

The entire Australian political-media class lost their minds about this story when it first came out. The words “antisemitic” and “antisemitism” were rife throughout the Australian press. Prime Minister Anthony Albanese declared that “There’s zero tolerance in Australia for hatred and for antisemitism, and I want any perpetrators to be hunted down and locked up.” The federal government’s special envoy on antisemitism, Jillian Segal, called the incident a “chilling reminder that the same hatred that led to the murder of millions of Jews during the Holocaust still exists today”.

And it had nothing to do with antisemitism. At all.

We saw a similar incident earlier this month when headlines blared about an “antisemitic attack” at Bondi Beach involving eggs being thrown at a group of young women. A couple of days later it came out that the egging was perpetrated by two teenagers getting up to teenage mischief and had nothing to do with anyone hating Jews.

Right now we’re seeing an uproar over two Arab Australian nurses who were baited by an Israeli influencer into saying on the website Chatruletka that they would kill Israelis if they came into their hospital. The comments by the nurses were obviously extremely ill-advised and unethical, but a police investigation has so far found that they’ve never harmed anybody, and if you watch the extended footage of the exchange it’s clear the influencer went out of his way to inform them that he served in the Israeli military and killed Palestinians. One of the nurses has reportedly lost 70 family members to Israeli atrocities in Palestine.

Without defending the irresponsible comments of the nurses, I don’t think anyone would expect a Jewish person who came in contact with a Nazi soldier in the 1940s to maintain their cool and avoid violent speech, much less so if that person had lost family members in the Holocaust, and even less if they believed they were having a conversation in private. These chat roulette sites are not intended as mass public broadcast forums; people participating in them tend to interact on the assumption that they are having a private conversation, so the exchange should be viewed as angry words being hurled at a perceived abuser, not as a public declaration of intent to harm others. I don’t condone a healthcare provider saying she’d kill Israeli nationals in her hospital, even if she has lost scores of family members in the Gaza holocaust. But I also wouldn’t confuse what I was seeing with evidence of an antisemitism crisis in Australia.

There is a concerted effort to manufacture the illusion of an antisemitism crisis in Australia in order to protect Israeli information interests — and the call isn’t coming entirely from inside the house. Albanese has acknowledged that the perpetrators of a spate of allegedly antisemitic attacks in this country may have been paid actors working for foreign operatives. The prime minister refused to speculate as to which country might be sponsoring these incidents which just so happen to greatly benefit the interests of Israel, but you don’t exactly need to be Sherlock Holmes to narrow it down.

And some of these so-called “antisemitic” incidents are so obviously staged it hurts. When you see graffiti on a synagogue with “Free Palestine” written next to swastikas, it calls to mind the Mississippi man who notoriously claimed in 2015 that his driveway had been vandalized by black activists with graffiti that said “BLACKS RULE”.

Apparently we’re all supposed to take very seriously the idea that either (A) Nazis are spray painting the words “Free Palestine” next to their swastikas, or (B) that supporters of Palestinian rights are spray painting Nazi symbols next to their pro-Palestinian slogans. And we are never meant to consider the possibility that this incident was staged by Israel’s supporters or by paid actors working for foreign Zionists.

It is always okay to express skepticism about dubious incidents of “antisemitism” in today’s political environment. Israel’s supporters are shitty, evil people who support genocide, and faking antisemitic incidents is a standard hasbara tactic with a well-documented history.

There is no antisemitism crisis in Australia. There is an anti-Palestinian crisis in Australia. An anti-Arab crisis in Australia. A pro-genocide crisis in Australia. The fact that our politicians and media have been shrieking their lungs out 24/7/365 about a made-up epidemic of abuse against Jews while standing with Israel and its American sponsors as they demolish Gaza and prepare to ethnically cleanse a Palestinian territory shows that there is indeed something deeply and profoundly sick about our society — but that sickness has nothing to do with antisemitism.

There are of course people with hateful attitudes and superstitions toward Jews to be found in any country, but they are a small fringe group whose beliefs have far less meaningful impact on people’s lives than prejudices against Palestinians, immigrants, or Indigenous Australians. The average Australian spends very little time thinking about Jews and Jewishness one way or the other, and we’d spend far less if we weren’t constantly being bombarded with false messaging about how our country is full of dangerous Jew haters.

Antisemitism exists in the same way discrimination against divorced mothers exists; it used to be a major issue that did great harm, but in terms of how much it actually affects people’s lives in modern secular times it’s mostly just an obsolete relic of the past. As a divorced mother I might run into the occasional weirdo on the internet calling me a harlot if I mention my personal history, but life is infinitely easier for people like me than it was a century ago. Antisemitism is the same.

Generally when you hear people talking about incidents of antisemitism it falls into three separate categories which are too often conflated:

1. People conflating support for Palestinians and criticism of Israel with hatred of Jews. This is the most common category by an extremely massive margin.

2. People conflating October 7 with a Holocaust-like event in which Jews were murdered simply for being Jewish. In reality October 7 was an act of desperation by the oppressed inhabitants of a giant concentration camp, and they would have killed their oppressors regardless of their religion.

3. Real hatred of Jewish people and real attacks on Jews because they are Jewish. This, while relatively uncommon, is being made more common by Israel’s practice of committing genocide under a Star of David flag while claiming to represent all Jews.

Israel apologists always go out of their way to conflate these three categories. The Anti-Defamation League officially made this conflation a standard practice in 2023 by categorizing incidents of pro-Palestinian activism as antisemitic incidents. The Anti-Defamation League recently drew controversy by saying that Elon Musk’s infamous Nazi salute was not antisemitic, while we’re on the subject.

There is no antisemitism crisis in Australia. As The Daily Telegraph and their agent provocateur found out, antisemitism is one crisis we don’t have. They tried to provoke an antisemitic reaction, and they failed. No one cared.

The real crisis in Australia is that we are the kind of country that would sit and watch a live-streamed genocide without moving heaven and earth to stop it. We have a morality crisis. An apathy crisis. A crisis of our hearts, minds and souls. But what we do not have in this country, in any meaningful way, is an antisemitism crisis.

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Nice

 Nice

The Canadian national identity is about being “nice.”

Nice means being agreeable, apologetic and compliant. 

Americans are better known for being brash, pushy and forward.

In other words, assertive, outspoken and direct.

Nice is way nicer.  Easier to be around, to nudge and to subjugate. 

We’re very proud of our niceness.

We come by it historically.  

We and the US all used to belong to the British Empire, 

before the revolutionary war.

The US fought hard for independence from Britain.

We chose permanent servitude to the Crown.

We didn’t want to be a free nation.

We’re still smug about it. 

As loyal subjects, our formal allegiance is to the King.

One has to maintain entrenched niceness to keep buying into that!

The US went on to become the most successful republic on earth.

Americans arguably have more constitutional rights than any other nation. 

They are fighting like hell to hang onto them in a Marxist leaning world.

They don’t have a lot of time to play nice.

Canada is currently undergoing the biggest 

constitutional crisis in our history.

We have no sitting government because the “Crown” 

sided with a traitorous guy who selfishly 

put his personal agenda ahead of all the citizens of his country.  

We politely accept being ruled by a medieval bloodline rather 

than by a government whose first loyalty is to us.

That’s awfully nice of us.

We are the nicest Commonwealth country. 

We like to be told what to do and are loathe to question authority.

There are some bold players that take advantage of that.

The Chinese Communist Party, for example, loves our niceness. 

We’ve made it very easy for them to gain powerful inroads into our country.

Maybe our brash, unruly neighbours are not comfortable with the situation?

It would be very wise to discuss our predicament openly and honestly.

We aren’t being allowed to, because that isn’t being nice.

Issue #1672

boiled eggs

Shucking Oysters: Strong and Not Free

Are we having fun yet? Isn’t 2025 turning into a great year? Everyday, yet another preposterous, scary curve ball. Everyday, we are confronted with the unimaginable. Everyday, we are exposed to the worst examples of humanity (if such a word exists). We are coming for you Canada. Watch out Greenland. Bend over Panama. And Gaza, the “Riviera of the Middle East.” Leaving all of us to wonder whether Lord Rump is truly out of his mind and not just thinking outside his Pandora’s box. Judging from his bulldozing persona, we ain’t seen nothing yet. 

This is an existential version of the Cold War. Geopolitical tensions. An atmosphere of uncertainty and fear. Dystopian literature, like Brave New World and Fahrenheit 45, which embodied the anxieties about totalitarianism and nuclear war, was the norm. It was a time of social movements and calls for civil rights and freedoms. Sound familiar? 

If you read any newspaper (yes, they still exist), every opinion piece can’t avoid acknowledging the elephant in the room. With a slight reprieve we welcome, as a Globe and Mail editorial noted, “the breather we needed from the trauma of enduring an American leader who seems to wake up every morning and ask himself, How will I make good people sick to their stomachs today.” 

Fear seems to be Trump’s favourite diplomatic tool. For the first time in Canadian modern history, a US President is threatening to annex Canada by economic force. Canada is simply a piece of real estate with valuable rare earth minerals and crude oil to be raped and pillaged. The Trumpet’s plan is unclear, yet he seems to want to hurt Canada so hard through tariffs and economic turmoil that we will beg to join the United States. I beg to differ. 

The Demander-in-Chief keeps pointing ominously to a 1908 treaty with Great Britain, that established the 49th parallel as the boundary between the US and the then-Dominion of Canada, blatantly suggesting it could be erased. It is a little more complicated than that, the Canadian Constitution replaced the Treaty making it clear that we have sovereignty over our own territory, twit-face.

How do Americans and Canadians feel about it all? Bloomberg revealed that only 26% of Americans want Canada to become the 51st state. Most Americans do not support Trump’s “muscular foreign policy of bullying everyone around.” The Toronto Star revealed that 71% of Canadians are against Canada joining the United States. Clearly, there is no political room for Trump to merge Canada and the US, but as we have witnessed, it’s not about politics, it’s about the almighty American dollar with a shit load of narcissism. 

The White House claims that the reason for the tariffs is to stop the illegal smuggling of fentanyl into the US. Like the accuser, there is no rationality to the accusations. A mere 0.08% of all fentanyl seized in the US was from our border. 0.08%. Economist Paul Krugman explained that the use of fentanyl to justify Trump’s trade war is no different than claiming the existence of “weapons of mass destruction” to invade Iraq. “It’s just a plausible-sounding reason for a president to do what he wanted to do for other reasons – George W. Bush wanted a splendid little war, Donald Trump just wants to impose tariffs and assert dominance.” 

This is not the first time that the US has considered taking over Canada. The War Plan Red of 1930 was drummed up by the US Department of War on how to invade Canada if ever needed. It involved kicking the attack off the east coast with poison gas in Halifax, and working their way inward. On our coast, military strategists planned a naval attack on Victoria, launched from Port Angeles, as well as a combined assault on Vancouver and Vancouver Island. I’ll spare you the details of the war on other provinces, but you get the idea.

Although the Plan was declassified in 1974, the New York Times reported that the United States Congress had assigned $57 million in 1935 (nearly $1 billion today) to build three air bases near the US/Canadian border in line with the Plan’s recommendations. The air bases were supposed to be disguised as civilian airports, but it was accidentally revealed that they were actually military air bases. Take note. 

Americans have a history of underestimating us Canadians. And never more so, than now. Canadians are suddenly booing the US anthem at sporting events and even boycotting American goods. We are feeling threatened and protective, two highly charged emotions leading to a decidedly unCanadian sentiment: Patriotism. My name is Alex, and I am a hyphenated Canadian. “I believe in peace keeping, not policing. Diversity not assimilation. And, the beaver is a truly noble animal!”

Home Sweet Home (Part 2)

Home Sweet Home (Part 2) 

Hornby Housing is in the midst of a strategic planning process and they will have more clarity about their needs and goals following their meeting this coming weekend.

In the meantime, what are some of the things we know about home?

When I was a young adult living in Montreal, with my father newly remarried in Vancouver and my mother having moved to California to embark upon a disastrous remarriage herself, I remember going through a time of feeling I had no home. Our family home had been sold with the divorce; neither of my parents’ new partners seemed inclined to invite a grown “step- daughter” to come and live with them. I was about to graduate from university, but had no employment prospects or even a sense of what I really wanted in terms of a career. I loved Montreal, but it was far too harsh a climate for me to consider living there permanently. I was floundering. One day an older woman gave me a temporary answer: “Home is where the heart is”. For me at the time, that seemed to mean: home is where my love interest is, so that took me to Philadelphia for 7 years, in a classic 60’s case of “If you don’t know what to do next, why not get married?” Bad idea. Ah well, as my grandmother wisely told me, we each have to learn our life lessons in our own way!

When I think of Trump’s odious assertion that he’s going to give the Palestinians a “better life” by “owning” their land and resettling them who knows where, it hearkens me back to the title of Mahmoud Darwish’s selected poems, “Unfortunately, It was Paradise”. For Palestinians, their hearts will always be in Palestine, whether that be Gaza, the West Bank, or their Palestine before the ruthless Israeli land grab of 1948. That is where their home is – the land, their culture, language and history. And as one Palestinian woman said recently: “They could give me a whole city and I would choose instead the rubble of my home”. Home is the land, the light, the olive trees, the soil. It is their house, and it is more than their house.

For many here on Hornby and Denman, home is sunset at Phipps Point, sunrise at Morning Beach, coffee at Abraxis, walking Helliwell. Home is the Recycling Depot, a hot lunch at Joe King Ball Park, Readers & Writers Festival, Herring Fest. Home is swimming at Chickadee Lake or having a surf off Little Trib. Home is getting the wood in and poring over seed catalogues for the next spring. It is gathering seaweed, harvesting blackberries, opening the library, and cleaning the Hall. Home is the whole island they live in and on. Home, be it a dwelling, a landscape, or a sense of community, is where we find sanctuary. May we all find and cherish our home.

And at the same time, let’s be mindful of the reality that people do need dwellings! Next week: More on Housing.

Green Wizardries: Spring Cleaning with Non-Toxic Cleaners

It is too cold out to do any gardening, even pruning in this sub zero weather is unpleasant.  So, the efficient housewife and house-husband’s thoughts turn to spring cleaning.  This is the only time of the year I would rather be inside so I plan to make the most of it.  

The first step in the cleaning process is to declutter.  I have been making strides in this area since I found a teacher on YouTube who was just as bad at cleaning as I am.  Her YouTube channel is titled,”A Slob Comes Clean.”  I tend to get overwhelmed by clutter and I don’t know where it is supposed to go.  I have always envied tidy people and wondered how they do it.  

Years ago when we still had a railway, I took a train trip up Vancouver Island.  All the way along the route, I found myself looking into backyards and marvelling at the junk and chaos.  I asked myself why anyone would have an ancient, decaying motorboat with holes in the hull decorating their yard?   I should have been asking myself why my office looked like these decrepit backyards.

The reason my house is so untidy is that I never learned how to house keep.  My new Guru, Dana K. White, learned as an adult and she has also struggled with clutter.  The worst thing about clutter, is that you can’t really clean a cluttered house.  

Dana started to see her house as a container.  She would keep only the things that fit in the container.    Some strategies suggest you should go through your stuff and keep only that which gives you joy.  Clutter people love their stuff and that is why it is heaped on their other stuff.  

So, I take a bag for garbage and a box for donations and mercilessly go through a space until I am left with just what fits in the space or even to the point where I have room on bookshelves!  I have trouble parting with books but really, if I have not read them in years, no matter how much I love them, it is time to let go.  

Once the decluttering has been done, I start from the top down.  I use a freshly-washed broom to sweep the ceiling and walls.  Spiders love my house.  Next I sweep the floors and finally go over the space with a mop.  Windows get washed and we are done. A nearly bare space is so easy to clean.  

For windows, Herman de Vries, may he rest in peace, taught me to use a bucket of hot water, a spash of white vinegar and a few drops of liquid dish detergent.  No one cleaned windows better than Herman.  If a house on Denman would not sell, realtors would get Herman to go in and clean the windows.  His shiny windows made every house look worth $500,000 more.  Then, the house would sell easily.  Get a proper window-cleaning squeegee.  They are worth the expense and you will never go back to trying to wipe windows.  

For washing floors, I use a bucket of hot water with a 1/4 cup of borax and a little soap.  Ivory soap grated and soaked in a jar of hot water is excellent for this. For cleaning tubs and sinks, I mix up baking soda with dish detergent and use that. It works great and will not set in your drains like the powdered cleaners that set in the pipes like concrete.  

To wash clothes, I use a bar of Ivory soap on grease spots or heavily soiled areas and let the clothes sit overnight.  The next morning, I add a couple of tablespoons of borax to the washing machine and a very little liquid laundry detergent.    My machine is very old and I can turn it off after it has filled and agitated a bit.  I soak the clothes in the hot water for an hour which lets the borax and detergent work on the dirt.  Then, I turn the machine back on and end up with lovely clean clothes.

To unblock the drains in the kitchen sink, I pour a cup of baking soda in the drain and follow that with a cup of white vinegar.  A bit later, I chase it all down with a kettle of boiling water and this method has never failed me.  

All that is needed for cleaning supplies are white vinegar, real soap such as Ivory soap, borax which is just a simple salt, liquid dish detergent is convenient too.  Any commercially-manufactured cleaner may contain dangerous, unhealthy chemicals such as scents which dis-regulate the human endocrine system and pollute the environment when you pour them down the drain.