I won’t be surprised if you quit reading these posts. It’s time to hang up the computer mouse and move on, I guess. We are still in quarantine. It’s Monday morning and it’s been 6 of 14 days, but I’ve read that there’s a 50% chance of the symptoms starting in the first 5 days. So, in a sense we’re past the half way mark. The heir to the British throne gave up on isolation after only 7 days, but we know he’s special.
We still fill in our isolated time in the usual ways: a little cooking, some Netflix and Youtube. Nora knits – quel surprise – and I keep daubing paint on the paint-by-numbers. Tomorrow I’m going to get an image of my chemistry test via Whatsapp so I can supply an answer key. Aside from one or two of the best students, no one will know the right answers.
Two items about submarines that reflect what’s happening with us.
https://news.yahoo.com/blissful-ignorance-submariners-likely-unaware-083108120.html
In Malawi, they have suspended all international border crossings starting April 1st. The announcement said that they still allowed aircraft carrying essential health equipment and emergency relief items, as well as those carrying returning residents. Our friends and colleagues the Bertrands got out of Malawi this weekend and will probably arrive today in Canada. Their 14 day quarantine is federal law, whereas ours is voluntary. It’s hard to believe that people went on holidays over March break. Nora and I have avoided going to the states for a few years now, after experiences with obnoxious border guards and the election of you-know-who. We would also similarly boycott Ontario, except that we live here.
The big news in Canada has been toilet paper. I have an article from our time in Bangladesh that I wish I could share with everyone, but it isn’t on the laptop computer we are carrying with us. Maybe in May when we get home, I’ll find it on one of our computers in storage. I’ll share this attached article from the Globe and Mail (splinters in toilet paper!). The attachment is probably not legal, as it’s copyrighted by the newspaper. Read it and destroy it. Don’t tell anyone where you got it.
OPINION
Forget toilet-paper hoarding. In the time of coronavirus, let’s seize the bidet
ADRIAN LEE
PUBLISHED in Globe and Mail. MARCH 12, 2020 UPDATED MARCH 17, 2020
A customer walks past mostly empty shelves that normally hold toilet paper and paper towels at a Costco store in Teterboro, N.J. on March 2, 2020. Photo not included.
SETH WENIG/THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Adrian Lee is an editor in The Globe and Mail’s Opinion section.
In a land down under, the hottest-selling thing in stores is a disposable cleaning product used, well, down under.
Fears around COVID-19 – now declared a pandemic, with more than 120,000 cases diagnosed in more than 100 countries over the past three months – have prompted a manic worldwide run on toilet paper, particularly in Australia. Last week, two Sydney women were charged after a three-person brawl over TP in a grocery-store aisle. Days before, a man had to be tasered by police after allegedly choking a fellow customer and reaching for an officer’s gun in pursuit of the scarce stuff. Stores have instituted customer quotas to ensure fairness – and some supermarkets have even hired security guards specifically to enforce the roll rules.
Such shortages and limits have become common sights around the world, too. Here in Canada, our strait-laced instinct for order – even during a pandemic panic – has led us to line up for hours in Costcos and grocery stores just for the right to strip shelves of toilet paper down to their steel rivets. Occasionally, we’ll deign to spare the less fortunate a square – at mark-ups as high as $50 for a six-pack, as one B.C. man recently offered on Craigslist.
Never mind that the novel coronavirus is a respiratory illness, with few reports of associated gastrointestinal symptoms. Never mind that the supply chains for toilet paper appear sturdy, despite online hoaxes around production shortages. Never mind that neither Canada’s Health Minister nor Chief Public Health Officer mentioned toilet paper among the suggested supplies to stock up on, in case of the potential of a two-week quarantine. No: The coronavirus is here, and despite the eminently human and reasonable anxieties we have around the pandemic, one of the main fears is how will we wipe our butts.
TP free: Why I stopped using toilet paper (and you should, too)
The long-needed modernization happening in our bathrooms
This baseless hoarding is just the paper-thin surface problem, however. The focus on toilet paper as a must-have has exposed a broader tissue issue: A centuries-long drought of innovation around how we use our toilets.
Consider this: It was 1596 when Sir John Harington, popularly credited as the inventor of the modern water-flush toilet, published an essay on his creation. And in the more than 400 years since – a time that has heralded such household technology as ultrasonic toothbrushes, robot vacuums, internet-connected sous-vide machines and voice-control lighting systems – there have been few noteworthy toilet-based tech developments. There’s perforated and rolled toilet paper (1880); two buttons that can evacuate different volumes of water (1980); footstools for your stool (which really only mimic the squatting approach employed in countries around the world); and the 1988 arrival of automated flushing systems (which continue to be so easily triggered that, in the 2000s, someone actually invented a tool to block toilet sensors).
Somehow, as companies work to disrupt the nitty-gritty mundanities of our daily lives to make things as convenient as humanly possible, few resources have been devoted to improving the place where we spend a hefty percentage of our waking human lives. For North Americans, this has been the unquestioned koan for centuries: We go, we wipe and then we flush. We continue to blithely do number-two in the number-one way that we learned how.
People have been crying out for better ways forward as early as 1534, when French satirist François Rabelais wrote: “Who his foul tail with paper wipes, shall at his ballocks leave some chips” (he recommended using a goose’s neck, which is at least fresh thinking). And North American societies really forced themselves to make toilet paper work in the early going, even when it may not have been the best way: In the 1930s, one company proudly boasted about how its squares were “splinter-free.”
Today, the very conceit of toilet paper feels even more ludicrous given what societies now care about. Twenty-three per cent of Canada’s forest product is turned into virgin pulp, the main ingredient in non-recyclable, single-use toilet paper; producing a roll demands significant volumes of water, electricity and chemicals such as bleach, which is used to make it snow-white. Toilet paper is a reliable household-cost burden, too, and it’s a bulky item to store in the ever-shrinking condos in major cities.
And yet, here we are, wiping in the face of logic. In fact, these have been flush times for toilet paper, even before the coronavirus crisis: Last year, 40 million tonnes of the stuff was used around the world, and the industry keeps growing, year over year.
Panic-induced necessity can be the mother of invention, however. It was an epidemic that sparked the initial Western popularization of the toilet, after all: After tens of thousands of Britons died in wave after wave of cholera outbreaks in the 1800s, English doctor John Snow’s discovery that the disease was carried in waste-contaminated drinking water eventually prompted the creation of a sewer system in London and the household-toilet revolution.
So now is the time to innovate beyond the entrenched belief that the definition of essentials “certainly includes toilet paper,” as Temple University professor Frank Farley fretted to CNN. “After all, if we run out of [toilet paper], what do we replace it with?”
Well, about that.
Bidets – or at least, the principle of using a gentle stream of clean water to wash your rear – have long been commonplace outside of North America. In southern Europe, particularly in Italy and Spain, large separate-unit bidets are commonplace; in India, lotas and hoses serve the same purpose. While no peer-reviewed study has declared that water sprays offer a better clean, one such study says that pruritus ani – the official medical name for the condition that afflicts as much as 5 per cent of the general population and is best described by that Rabelais line about leftover, itchy “chips” – is aggravated by toilet-paper use.
Yet here we are, continuing to swipe at our dirtiest parts with our pathogen-transmitting hands – protected only by a few measly scraps of pulp – merely because of the tyranny of convention. And now, toilet-paper wiping is apparently so deeply ingrained that we’re willing to stand in line for the right to buy these wasteful smearing-papers.
Bidet use no longer requires a space-eating separate unit or an expensive new feature-rich toilet, either. Following in the footsteps of Japanese fancy-toilet leader Toto, companies such as Tushy have found a North American market for bidets that can attach onto an existing toilet and connect directly to its clean-water tank to spray through an often self-cleaning nozzle. As long as they’re properly cleaned and disinfected, these attachments save money on toilet paper over time, are more environmentally friendly – and vastly reduce the need for toilet paper, generally and during an epidemic.
And yet, stigma persists. Harington himself acknowledged as much when he titled the 1596 (non-digestive) tract on his toilet invention A New Discourse upon a Stale Subject. It took until Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 movie Psycho for U.S. filmgoers to even see a scene in which a toilet was flushed. In 2006, Oprah Winfrey openly discussed her stool health on her show, shocking her viewers with this revelation: Even Oprah poops. But it’s undignified to think or talk about it more than we have to, the feeling goes.
Sure. Because being tasered and waiting in line for hours in the pursuit of paper with which to splotch one’s bottom offer vast reservoirs of dignity.
If the dystopian-feeling events in Australia and beyond are proof of nothing else, it’s this: Before North Americans hoard toilet paper as if it’s the end times, we should at least consider saying g’day to the bidet.
End of newspaper story.

We “attended” Leaside Presbyterian Church via the internet yesterday and today we listened to a Knox Presbyterian – Woodstock service from a couple of weeks ago. So, we can still worship together. In Malawi, they were limiting the number of people who could congregate for any reason, including church services. It will be hard for them to broadcast entire services over the internet, much like we were a few years ago. In Malawi, they are depending a lot on their faith in the face of the virus which is likely to overwhelm their health care system after the first few serious cases. Let’s keep Malawi in our prayers.
Hi Steve and Nora, welcome back to Canada💖 I know that you were looking forward to remaining in Malawi but God has His own plans.
I watched The boy who harnessed the wind on Netflix and thought of you both. William helped his village by building a windmill to create an irrigation system during a severe drought.
When we embrace the unexpected, blessings can occur. I won’t spoil the story in case you haven’t seen it yet.
I would like to share some unforeseen news about myself but not in this forum. Suffice to say, I’m in need of your prayers.
Love always, Bonnie
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Hi Bonnie. Nora will likely phone. Steve
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