Next Sunday

I’ve posted this cartoon before but I like it so I’m posting it again. If it offends someone, cool. :-)
This is going to be a bit of a long post and I won’t be posting again until next Sunday. I need to catch up on some other things and hope to go camping for a day or two this week. Well, maybe next week, depends on the weather and my getting caught up here, but I’m going camping before the month is out. Whew, blogging, writing, and visiting others blogs takes up a lot of time.

New here? Long time readers know this but let me be clear about something. Yes, I swear here, I agree with Mark Twain that swearing is a fine and enjoyable art. Do I swear all the time around others when I’m talking to them? Of course not, I do most of my swearing on my blog. Around others I’m like a chameleon, blend in with the herd, if they are swearing some, I may or may not. Sing along now, “It’s my blog and I will swear if I want too, swear if I want to, swear if I want too. You would swear too if it happened too you.” Okay, shut up, you sound terrible. LOL

Anyone that wants to can swear on my blog, even at me. I always enjoy a good pissing contest, it’s part of the process of how we evolve.

I got an email from Sarah yesterday, it was nice to hear from her being as she hasn’t posted on her blog for a while. She lives in Australia, I’ve never been there but it’s one of the places I would want to see if I ever traveled again. My traveling days are over though, I’ve damaged this planet enough with all the traveling I used to do. She asked about the area I live in, I’ve talked about it in past posts but here is a little information for new readers.

I live in Port Angeles, Washington. On the Olympia Peninsula, it’s beautiful around here. I’m just minutes from the National Park and the Puget Sound beaches. I can see the snow capped mountains from my place and I bike to the beaches a lot. Anyone of course can Google the area to find out more about it. The only thing I have to add is that there is getting to be too damn many people here, the wrong types. Trying to make this Seattle West. This country hick doesn’t like that.

And a few days ago I also got an email from Mona, she lives in India, and from Davo, he lives in Australia, it’s interesting knowing others in other countries even though we only know each other thorough our blogs. I haven’t met a blogger friend in person yet, other than a few folks here that read my blog but don’t have blogs of their own. I did meet a few folks in person back when we where doing chat rooms, one lady looked me up when she was here on a trip. I posted a picture of her in an older post.

Blogs are interesting, a lot like real life in some ways. Friends come and go and sometimes you never know why they left. Well, I know why some of them leave me, they don’t like to be challenged about their thinking and lifestyles. I can only guess of course being as I wasn’t given an explanation, but I’m guessing that one of Babzy’s friends that I visited and commented at got upset because I commented about her having six children. Hello? How can people ignore overpopulation these days? Other than foolish christians and people like that because they think their God will fix it all. Yeah, right. Anyone that thinks that is a fool.

Did I lose something by losing Babzy as a friend? Shucks no, she was just a passing piece of cosmic dust in the ruts of passing time and space. I think that she wants some of her blogging friends to think that she is a sweet innocent thing so she deleted a bunch of things, and basically closed her blog down, whatever. I’ve had friends come and go all of my life, that is how life is.

There is no way I would want to bring six more children on this sick and dying planet right now, not even one. Their future looks pretty bleak with what I see as anarchy coming. I see good things in the future, but it’s going to be ugly for some time. Ah, the future, hard to say how it will go for mankind being as it is so stupid and there are very few truly spiritual people here.

Something I need to try to remember is that picky, picky, picky people irk me, this is why I should not try to get too close to the bat shit crazy chick. I really don’t mind the crazy part, some of it is kind of cute, but geez, she was fussing about some grass clippings being on her gravel path to the shed. She has five acres, she’ll go crazy trying to keep everything Martha Stewart pretty perfect. There are pine trees all over the place, there will always be something on the paths. She’s in the country now, she needs to program herself to be country, or move back into her condo in town. I accuse her of being too American Buddhist like.

A kid that is in the neighborhood on weekends visiting his dad brought his busted up gas scooter over so I could remove the two cycle engine (noisy) and mount it on a bike I gave him. Mounting it was pretty easy but it won’t keep running without my injecting gas into it. I don’t like working on little engines when they quit running, they are just little pieces of cosmic crap wanting to be big macho V-8’s when they grow up. And they run all over the frigging place sounding like angry bees and disturbing my peace. I even own a weed whacker to trim around Helen’s and my place.

It isn’t getting the gas it should so maybe the itsy bitsy fuel pump is wearing out. I poured some gas in a jar and put it on a ladder higher than the carb to see if it would run off of a gravity feed system. Got a long piece of tubing out of the shop to use. I had to get it to siphon so I bent over and sucked on the carb end and somehow I knocked the jar off the ladder, splashing gas right in my face and eyes. It wasn’t much fun for a few minutes, my eyes were burning like mad and I could only blink them open for a second at a time to see as I stumbled into my place to clean them with soap and water. When things go to hell in a hand basket I stop right there for a while, I’ll take another shot at it today, and try to be more careful. You know what they say, if you’re not making mistakes it’s because you’re not doing anything.

A local (operates statewide) oil company’s truck rolled and burst into flames the other day when the driver swerved to avoid three deer. Hello? Most of you know that I’ve driven an eighteen wheeler in 48 states and a good share of Canada. I’ve only driven one about 300 thousand miles, not much compared to career drivers, but it gave me plenty of experiences. Most of you know that I’m an ex master mechanic and built and drove racecars. I know all about mass and motion, and things like that. And let me tell you, It is really fucking stupid to try to swerve a mass of 80 thousand pounds going at highway speeds to avoid deer. Really fucking stupid. Hitting a deer with an 18 wheeler may damage a truck a little, but not much, I hit a number of them when I was trucking and there was little damage to the truck, if any at all. Even if it does damage the truck a little, it beats swerving and rolling it and burning it up.

And the loss of a few stupid deer that was in the wrong place at the wrong time isn’t the biggest thing in the world to worry about. The mommy’s will make more of them. Don’t take me wrong, I love deer, I walk by them at times and talk to them, but they are expendable at times. This is not a Walt Disney world by any means. Besides, swerving to avoid killing a deer or two involves the chance that you will kill a human or two when you lose control, now what choice are you going to make? I will take the deer out.

My advice, stay the hell away from gas tankers when you are driving unless you want to go up in flames.

Went to a play yesterday, put on by the High School Thespian Society. It was RAP 4-1-1, A Lonely Girl In Cyberspace. Helen went with me also, she had never been to live performances until I introduced them to her and she likes them also. It was really good, the readers that have been around for a while know that I like live performances.

There was a sort of rowdy looking young man there, not dressed too weird like many young people are these days, or with a bunch of tattoos and body armor stuck on him. But there was that look about him, he was wearing a tee shirt that said DON’T JUDGE ME BASED ON YOUR IGNORANCE. Whatever, I’ve been around a heck of a lot and had a lot of experiences and done a lot of observing, and I’m getting old, I’m hardly ignorant anymore even though younger folks may think I am. Just wait until they get to my age if they do, and see what they think then. Wisdom and true knowledge comes with age and many struggles, the young just think they have it, what they actually want is freewill.

Life, expect the unexpected, see you on Sunday. Happy paths, hugs…. BBC