The Car Parts 3 and 4

photo 1995 Geo Metro

1995 Geo Metro

( ” I’ll have to backtrack a bit to fill you in on what’s been going on, with my feelings, ownership, and travels “.)

” I was given to a girl, and although she did take pretty good care of me, she just up and quit driving with me one day. I overheard a conversation she was having on a phone type device, and she had stated she didn’t really need me anymore “.

” She wasn’t aware I was listening, and didn’t notice when I leaked tears, at not being needed. I just continued to sit in that wonderful paved driveway, for months. I felt totally ignored and unwanted, and had I been able to just go away on my own, I would have been outta there “.

” To be fair to that girl, she did take me out once in a while, letting me get all revved up, and on really cold days she sometimes started me and allowed me to warm up. She wasn’t all that bad for a girl, and she always talked nice to me, not like that guy. You know, the one with those huge damn dogs, who had a habit of swearing at me ‘.

” One day in May, she suddenly started paying attention to me. She added oil, to my low crankcase, gave me a huge drink of water and some slimy sweet green stuff. I don’t know what that was all about, as the girl loaded my back end compartment as full as it could get “.

” My poor shoes were squishing down, with all of that added weight. I never understood these human types, shoving stuff in me, cramming stuff everywhere it might fit, and all the way up to my inside roof. I never felt so bloated as that. It was even worse than having those stupid dogs crowding around in me “.

” With all of that sudden flurry of activity, I felt sure I would be cruising freely down the road! I was so excited, I almost made a mess on that nice clean driveway. And then, nothing. Sitting there again waiting to be loved and driven, even by that silly girl “.

” I think it was about the end of June, the girl got me all fired up. Fifteen minutes later I got to get out there, and out onto the wide open roads, just cruising. It was nice to feel the breeze flowing across my form, and my side glass was opened, so I could feel fresh country air blowing in my insides. Even the stuck old dog hairs were blowing out of me. It felt really swell “.

” What a great day! We cruised over the close mountains following a road I vaguely remembered. This highway would eventually take me back near where that guy and those frigging dogs lived! Maybe I was just being paranoid, but it was starting to look like that might be the case “.

We stopped after 6 hours of out right cruising, and where we stopped was all to familiar. It was the WalMart parking lot only 50 miles from those dogs! That truly pissed me off, as I had thought we were going somewhere new, and here we were, most likely heading for the dog place. I was beginning to feel pretty dejected “.

” Damn! I was right. The girl was in the store for nearly an hour, while my black outsides were being scorched by the heat of the day. Then, when she did come back, she managed to shove another 50 pounds of crud into me. Want to talk about that full feeling? I almost felt like I wouldn’t be able to move, even if I had wanted to “.

” An hour later I was horrified! We were going up that damn dirt trail, everyone pretended was a road. Now I knew it, I was probably going to have to deal with that long haired freak, and those smelly, drool-dripping, hair-shedding overweight dogs again. How could any life be as bad as this? I really don’t think I would ever have imagined a worse case scenario, and I can imagine an awful lot “.

Part 4

photo 1995 Geo Metro

1995 Geo Metro

” So, it turned out I was right! Here I was out in the country, and having to be back with all that hard life stuff…You know I mentioned the trails, they’re not roads, even gravel will only disappear into crevasse, never to be found again.

At least, the Squatchy guy, ( Yeah, I finally figured out what to call him ) seemed to know how to miss the nastiest places. Of course as it turns out, he has no respect for my outsides. I never got washed by him rubbing on me. He had a gentile touch, and was decent about not expecting me to be fast. He didn’t jump on my pedals, and in fact it seems like he didn’t trust my pedals, but who knows? ”

” He didn’t run into things and all, but he couldn’t care less about my finish. He lets brush, and tree branches scratch me! And then he just ignores them, and lets my scrapes get filled with dirt! Do you know how that makes me feel? Well, the scratches are okay, I’m just ranting, because he does things with me and I’m not sure I should! ”

” I know you’re wondering just what those Things are, so I ‘ll only say he hauled 55 gallon barrels of water in me! Here we are in the effing mountains, and he hauls barrels of water, and the two, hundred plus pound, each, dogs. And they’re crowded in the next side seat, Straddling my console, and They Won’t Sit Still! ”

” In all fairness, ” Squatch ” tries to ditch those fur balls, when he goes to fetch the water. They always find him while he runs a pump to fill a huge barrel, in my back seat. I guess he just lets them ride back, because they get in the way of driving. Stupid Dogs, always in the way! What an inconvenience…”

” One day ” Squatch ” got me loaded with only a few things. He removed the trash, and kinda swept me out, and only put a couple of cover changes, and coffee and sandwiches in me. I figured we were going down to town, maybe to the library to get some WI_FI? We ended up leaving at sundown. ” Squatch ” was that way, when he drove places. Sundown, just as the sun is going behind the far peak, he heads out “.

” This time only him and the Mrs. No dogs somehow….He must have tricked them, who knows or cares, it was a nice change.  So we headed down the mountain, and after a while I realized he was really going somewhere. I was nearly to Wenatchee, along a part if the big river we were following, when a big deer jumped right in front of me! ”

” Squatch stomped on my left pedal, and steered me around it, and just as we got straightened up to the line thingys, a little one did the same thing! It actually bumped me. It broke one of my light lenses, as Squatch tried to miss it. I got pulled over, and got looked at, and then squatch ran back to the now dead deer. It was already in the opposite lane place, and was still being run over by trucks, and cars “.

” He dragged the dead as a dead deer gets, off of the road, and came back and really looked at me and fiddled with my parts. I guess he figured I was fine, as I was not limping or anything, so he made me keep on going.  So I never stopped except at gas stations, and went to a place in California, non-stop! ”

” I ended up in Redding, at about 9:30 am, and got parked. I spent a whole week just parked. Kinda nice. It felt like a crowded place. I was always hearing cars and buses. Lots of human voices and stuff. Almost to the hour, I got fired up and made to go really fast on a super highway “.

” I remember this as though it were yesterday. I was made to follow some flashy new SUV, and it was fast! I had a hard time with it, and was getting kinda hot. Squatch seemed to know about my troubles, because, he stopped for an hour and gave me a great big drink. I never thought I could get so thirsty. I once did, but he figured out a way to keep me refreshed, when my front water box got messed up. He fixed that almost right away”.

” My water was blowing out of me, and he didn’t even know! He gave me a bunch more, and we drove until I hurt. I pinged my pain at him, and he would stop and let me cool, give me more water and start the cycle all over again. I couldn’t show him where my water was going, I think it blew out of my front water box overflow tube, and it didn’t make a noticeable trail. The water didn’t hit my other hot parts, so it was just gone without a trace “.

” I remember hearing him mumbling about water pump, head gasket, thermostat. What’s a thermostat? Anyway….We were right in the middle of the mountains, and it was a long up hill battle to get to each place he stopped to get more water and let me rest. It felt to me, like he wasn’t going to fix me, he just kept stopping sooner and sooner “.

” The trip went downhill from there. No only down the mountains, but there were no more water stops hardly. ” Squatch ” just drove slowly, not pushing me, and talking to me with the sweetest promises. Great rewards awaiting me, for being so amiable, and compliant. I wasn’t going to let him down! ”

” I didn’t get water for over 50 miles, and was barely able to keep going. ” Squatch ” pulled off of the big paved highway onto a city type street, that had a much lesser speed limit. I could feel his impatience as I made my way through the city. I was burning up! ” Squatch ” was swearing about no parking lots anywhere, just frigging driveways, and kept making me go “.

” My insides were on fire, my oil was burning, and clouds of smoke were pouring out of my everywhere! I was really starting to stink, even inside, all of my burning parts were in trouble. He nursed me over a hill, and pulled we to a stop at some parking lot. I remember him telling the Mrs. ” if it dies here, at least we can get parts, and maybe nobody will worry about a strange car for a day or so. It’s only 3 or 4 more miles”. I was encouraged about how close I was to be able to get there “.

” I didn’t know where there was, but I figured if he let me rest and get cool again, I would be willing to go to the ends of all the roads that would ever exist. ” Squatch ” checked me out, touching me in just the right places, and gave me more water, and lots of fresh oil. He told me I was great, and gently closed my lid. I had been there for about an hour, and it was really dark now “.

” Dang! Not even a mile down the road and I am already starting to stink again. ” Squatch is probably scrap me if I don’t complete the drive I started. The heats getting to me….The smoke is happening again….He’s stopping! He actually pulled into a driveway and turned my power plant off. He was patting my number panel, and saying sweet things…..I was sure he would be pissed, me having all of that trouble….He just told me, I made it, I did great! I could never ask for more “.

” Squatch checked me out that very next day. Apparently he got me new pieces, and tore some of my nasty stuff off of me and cleaned me up. If you ever want to have a good time, let ” Squatch ” handle you, you won’t be sorry! He gave me a new water mover, and blocker thingy, new high class oil and even a new filter. I got lots of fresh cool water and more of the sweet slimy green stuff “.

” Squatch turned me on, and even though I still wasn’t feeling quite right, I let my power plant hum. He hadn’t shut my lid, so I guessed we were just going to sit here and see what happened. I hate suspension…All of a sudden I felt my water blowing outta me again! ”

” He was watching for that I guess, because he made me quit my power functions, and diddled with my water box overflow chamber. He put more water in me and made me turn on my power plant again. It was a funny feeling, a kind of tickle somewhere inside me. I could feel hot water running out my back pipe, and I guess he saw that too. He made me quit again and stated something about head gasket. ”

” Squatch only made me try to work a couple of times since October 25th. Now it’s spring, and he told me to tell you Blog folks what has been happening. He said he would have to leave me in a place called Reno, for another while….What are BLOG FOLKS? ”

” So, here I am waiting for ” Squatch ” and telling you how my life has become a non-life. I hope he comes back soon…..”

 

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The Long Goodbye – Squatch Spotted Heading For The Woods !

photo squatch

squatch

Well I guess this is it. I got the golden ticket, I found the brass ring, I am leaving for home. ( In the vain of Robin Williams, GOODBYE RENO, NEVADA! ) It will be a long drive. Traveling in a twenty foot motor home, towing the Nissan Pathfinder. I’ll go N. on 395, to Alturas Ca. and veer west to Interstate 97, and follow that North to Interstate 90. In America odd numbered highways are North – South, and even numbered ones are East – West. So at I-90 I’ll go east down through the Columbia River Gorge, via Vantage, and continue on to George Washington. There I can get on a cutoff that will take me to Wenatchee, missing Blewett pass, which is a miserable mountain pass, full of deer, and twisty corners.

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At Wenatchee it’s 130 miles North to Oroville WA. The rigs ( American slang for vehicles ) will be filled with all our junk including, Libby / libetha my wife, Memphis, a tiger stripped tabby, still sporting full equipment, and Warf and Sammy, the dogs. Squealer, the 1995 Geo Metro has to be left behind at this time. It never got to tell you what happened after it got us down to Redding. I’m sure you’ll love to hear about that! Butch, this is something you could relate too…I’ll ask Squealer to post that story for you, while I’m on the road, as there is Internet where it’s parked and there won’t be any, where we’re going.

Marty Casey – Creep

Libby hasn’t been home since October 12th, and she’s really looking forward to getting to her garden. We have ten thousand things to deal with when we get home. I was last there in December, and got back here on the 22nd. News is, the snows were light last winter and it will be another year of drought. That means water will be scarce, but also, I probably only have minor wind damage at home. That’s what happens when you live in travel trailers, and tents.

The dogs got a lot fatter in Reno, as they spent a lot of time eating and sleeping. They only got to get up in the hills a few times while we were here. They’ll like getting home. They have our 20 acres to play on, plus about 50 square miles of hills and ponds, and stuff to sniff out. We don’t have to worry about leash laws or animal control. There are bear, cougar, lynx, deer, rabbits, coyotes, and nearly all open range. That means in early May, or maybe even late April, the local ranchers will run their steer up around our place.

The cows! They are the critters that make it so you have to have fences around everything. They stomp your garden up, eating all of the good stuff, and crap on everything else. We allow the dogs to keep the cows away from the house, and the dogs love that. They seem to recognize a boundary that seems acceptable for all. You, or at least I, can’t even think of fencing off twenty acres, so the dogs do their part, and I only need to worry about keeping whatever out of the gardens.

Libby wants more ground tore up for all kinds of stuff. The herb spot, and veggies, goards, for all manner of projects, and more fruit trees if we can get some. We also are moving over to the hardest place to get to, when we get there. There is a great place to build on the knoll, across the yard, with a 360* view. It will get windy there, and it’s just as exposed to view as where we are ( I would like to be tucked away in the draw ) but I know I would regret, not building for the view. We will set up a temporary site, with the trailer and motor home up on the knoll, and a large covered room affair, between them. Eventually we will build partly underground.

I’ll see just how often I can get near a web signal, and do some more blogging. Libby will be happier with my non-blog-divided attention, and I am going to fret about it, full time. I already let most of you know I was leaving, so I won’t get all teary this time. I am going to miss this great community. Thanks for all of the kindness, and support you’ve given me over the last 3 months.

Jordis Unga – The Man Who Sold The World

In my perfect world, I have a power system, and Internet at home, and I won’t have to leave it for a long long time. I hope to get back in touch with y’all soon, Just know, I do have feelings for all of my special blogging community. You have been great friends…..

While I am driving North, Squealer will tell you what happened the last time we traveled together. Please pardon Squealer’s way with words. It does tend to run on a bit, and recounts travels at 60 miles per hour, generally non-stop. Talk to y’all soon : -(   Feel FREE TO DROP YOUR LINK AND ANOTHER LINK TO SOME GREAT BLOGS! XXOO

I Have A CREATIVE BLOGGER AWARD!

photo-creative blogger award

creative blogger award

Once again, someone had the audacity to nominate me for an award! As though I deserve it, and I am not so sure I want such honors. I don’t consider myself a Creative Blogger, as for the most part I have been posting others work.

I try to give some interesting posts, with valuable information. Or I try to put up something that will teach others things they probably didn’t realize they would like. Mostly I am a radical looking for an outlet to scream my many causes.

My interests are so varied, I never really know what to offer. What turns me on, usually doesn’t interest anyone else. I am still amazed there are over a hundred people following my site. I was never this interesting in the actual world. I guess the digital world is different.

I am supposed to present everyone with 5 random facts about me, and here I am at a loss. I have been disclosing who I am, the real me, through long-winded stories. I have been trying to categorize them as personal / worms…

That’s another can of worms. I’ve said so much, and yet so little about who I really am, and I can’t even think of 5 random facts.

Here are the rules:

1. Contact all of your nominees and notify them of their award. You can pick as many blogs as you like, but five is the minimum.
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2. Give a shout-out to the blogger that nominated you and post a link to their website.
https://butchcountry67.wordpress.com/2015/03/22/hey-now-i-just-received-another-blog-award/
Butchcountry67, you know payback is a bitch, and I know an awful lot about you now, thanks to your randoms, so remember to look over your shoulder whenever you go out. I am not bothered by going under houses, or crawling around in tight spaces, as I’ve had to do that for 30 years working all phases of construction. And I am not bothered by spiders and snakes.

Just kidding! Thanks Butch, for giving me one more opportunity to show off all my skills at being amusing and Creative! I love ya.

3. Share five random facts about yourself.

4. Display the Creative Blogger Award image above your post.

5. Pass along these rules to the nominees.

So hey you nominees, you are the lucky picks for today and I hope you are excited! You all have interesting blogs and I know you are deserving of the honor of putting a CREATIVE BLOGGER AWARD on your site. Sorry if this makes more work for you, with all of the other stuff have to deal with in your lives, but hey, you are creative and you will find a way!

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5 Randoms…..
1) I am not a food person. I don’t care if I eat or not. I only eat because I have to, and if I could get nourishment from the air I would. Why you ask? I would think that was fairly obvious, but if you insist I will tell you. I think ” having to crap is disgusting “. Yes everyone has to, so we are all in the same boat!

2 ) I don’t drive other people’s cars. I am an excellent driver, with only one accident, when I was 16 years old, and that was someone else passing me. The classic example… The sun was close to setting behind me, while I was making a left turn off of a highway. My turn signal was on, and a VW came whipping past me, while I was already turning. Their rear bumper hooked my front bumper, and it pulled the tail end off of the VW. The judge said that was impossible, and the other driver was a pretty woman ( even dressed my best, I am not pretty ), so I took a fall for that. I don’t drive other’s cars because Murphy always is looking for an excuse to visit me!

3 ) I don’t borrow. Not a thing. Every time I borrow something, it turns into some nightmare or other. The lender suddenly needs it back, or are so worried their junk will get stolen, or some such. Then there is the problem, the thing I would borrow is a piece of shit, and it will break, and I have to replace it! If I could afford to buy something, I would, but since I can’t afford to buy something, I usually go without.

4 ) I have a tendency to trust people, even though I’ve been around a long time, and know too many people aren’t to be trusted. I want to believe humanity is generally good, and I don’t want to just assume everybody is really only looking out for themselves, and don’t care about me, even though I keep being proven wrong on that score.

5 ) I was single until I was 35 years old! I decided not to marry my childhood sweety. I had to prove to myself I could take care of me, before I took on the responsibilities of having a family. On May 5th 2015, I will be celebrating my 25th anniversary! My wife let me know a long time ago, this would be a permanent arrangement, as I was too hard to train!

So that was my five randoms, and I hope it made everyone’s day.

 

The Sickness

The Sickness

It started in October, 2011, when I peed a blood clot. It happened two or three times over the course of a few days. Peeing a blood clot when you are a guy feels weird. It feels like an obstruction, and the dam suddenly breaks open. I don’t know what a woman feels when she pees, or if she would notice it.

Actually I’m sure she would notice it, but would probably figure it was getting close to ” that time of the month “. Guys don’t have that to deal with, usually. So I felt a mild obstruction, then the dam broke loose and I was looking at a dark, nearly black blood clot. It slowly sank into the toilet bowl without breaking up, or changing the color of the urine.

I considered what I saw for a moment with a hint of mild panic, and made a mental note of the strange occurrence. It happened again a couple of days later, almost in the same way, and I knew something wasn’t quite right. I tried to do a self diagnosis, without enough facts, and the only thing I found on the web was maybe I had bruised my kidney or some such.

I had been eating aspirin for about 10 years, at the rate of no more than 10 a day at 500 milligrams each, so I decided to quit the aspirin regimen for a few days. The aspirin was for chronic pain in my joints ( knees mostly ). I don’t do pharmaceuticals, as I believe they’re bad for us, so aspirin was to take the place of an anti-inflammatory, and to help keep pain down to a minimum.

I didn’t have another episode like that for about three months. I was taking the aspirin again, and had been for quite some time. I had only quit the aspirin for a few days, and not having that blood clot in the pee problem happen again immediately, I had thought it was just a fluke. I guess it wasn’t, in hindsight.

So it had happened again in January of 2012, only a brief episode and mysteriously vanished again. I figured it must have been because I had started eating aspirin at my usual doses again. So once again I quit taking aspirin for a few weeks, and everything seemed to go back to normal.

In March it happened again. Just as before, and I repeated the steps I had taken previously, so the symptoms abated, again. I knew aspirin was a thinning agent in the blood stream, so I lived with the pain in my joints for about 6 months, before resorting to aspirin again. The pain in my joints was constant, and every heartbeat could be felt in my knees. Even now I can’t really describe it.

Because of massive cartilage and ligament damage, my knees ached constantly. Every step is an agonizing ordeal, as the joints separate when I lift my feet to walk, and don’t always reconnect properly as I step upon them again. That happens about every third step, and the pain is excruciating. It always feels like bone hitting bone, with no cushion between them.

So once again I resorted to the aspirin, and around November, I peed a couple of blood clots again. That time they were even bigger, and more frequent. I knew If I stopped taking aspirin, the problem would go away. So I pretended everything was fine and endured the constant pain for a while longer.

By January I was getting tired of the throbbing in my knees, so I started taking aspirin again. I kept my dosage down to three, or maybe six aspirin a day, and it helped with the pain. I thought such a small dosage would be okay, and it seemed to be fine.

About mid February the symptoms returned with a fierceness, I would never have thought possible. This time it wasn’t only a blood clot or two. It was as though a log jam had given way. I peed blood. At first it was a purple black color, but as days passed, my pee was starting to be a bright crimson in color, and it happened every time I peed.

I mostly kept this information to my self, as I didn’t want to worry my wife. I also realized it wasn’t just a bruised kidney or some other lame thing. I put up with that for about a month, but found myself getting weaker and having trouble doing the simplest chores. I would have to kneel down, to get more blood flow up to my head.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and it sounded just like a train running across the trestle, near where we lived. A chore that usually took ten minutes to do, was taking a half hour, and I had to get low often. I knew I was in trouble, and was going to have to see a doctor.

Near the end of March, I knew I was in trouble so I mentioned to my wife I needed to go see a doctor. She knew I wasn’t kidding. A man doesn’t say he has to go see a doctor, unless something is seriously wrong. We found my old doctor was still practicing in town, and I made an appointment.

He did a quick exam, and we discussed what my symptoms were, and I gave him a blood sample, and a bright red urine sample. Those were sent off to the lab at the local hospital that morning. That was a Friday morning. Apparently, he was called before the end of the day, and told I needed to get in there for a blood transfusion. His receptionist tried to call, maybe, but I never got the message.

A week later I called him to see if he had received any information on my problem. He was shocked that I hadn’t been notified, as it was urgent for me to get to the hospital immediately for a transfusion. I called the hospital, and they set it up for me to be there at seven the next morning. That took all day, Saturday, and I was given three units of fresh blood.

The new blood was so I could endure a month of testing and diagnosis, to determine what my problem was. The tests included x-rays, ultra-sound, a complete physical, and a trip to Coeur D’Alane Idaho to the urologist. I was informed I was at an age, that this doctor would be my new best friend. I had thought I was being kidded, but even the urologist assured me that this would be the case, as I would be seeing him lots.

By mid May I received my prognosis, cancer! Cancer of the bladder, and it was probably caused by tobacco use. After smoking pretty much non-stop for over 40 years, bladder cancer was probably be the primary cause. And a word to all, I was told once something like this happened, it generally continues. Even after surgery, and a year and a half of being cancer free, I will have to be concerned with this as cancer cells would still be present in my system.

The tumor had attached itself to the bladder wall, feeding on a blood vessel. It was slowly dripping blood into the bladder. I saw that on the ultra-sound, and every time it dripped, it would pulse red, keeping time with my heartbeat, as though my heart was a metronome. The picture of it was truly impressive. It looked like a miniature coral garden, like you see on a National Geographic special.

This is a picture of that type of cancer cells / tumor I was shown via a scope put up my manly parts. This image is from Google Images via biome.biomedcentral.com

 

photo-The Sickness - Jarte

The Sickness – Jarte

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I don’t know what exactly is going on with OM’s blog or the troubles he’s having, but I had thought I was following people, and they were following me as well, only to find I had to re-follow. I will send Jason an email and see what is going on. I recommend everyone re-blog this as a protest, or at least to make a point , and act as a statement! I know that may seem like biting the hand that feeds us, but sometimes speaking up is more important, than the consequences they bring.

The Hat – An Australian Bush & City hat.

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Australian bush and city hats – Google Search

I used to wear a Navy watch cap, navy blue of course, or black. As a longhair, from the San Francisco bay area, growing up in the good old days, I wore a watch cap. Bandanas were too much like a poster or billboard, pointing me out in a crowd. The watch cap didn’t get blown off of my head whenever the wind blew, and it kept my long locks from blowing into my face.

That was probably the main reason for me, to wear a hat. I didn’t like my hair getting in my face. Right off the bat, you are saying to yourself, ” just cut your damn hair then “. I have cut my hair 3 times in 45 years, and I don’t plan on doing that any time soon. If you were as ugly as I, you would do whatever it took to look better.

” Well, why do you keep your hair long if it drives you nuts? ” you ask. Because it’s the best feature I have. I inherited my mother’s beautiful thick, wavy hair, and without it my ears stick out to the sides, similar to Dumbo the elephant. In a heavy wind I could probably fly without my hair keeping them ears under control.

So to keep a long story long, I wore a Navy watch cap for something like 40 years. My trademark so to speak. The only problem with that watch cap was, it seemed to draw attention to me in a negative way. Everywhere I went, cops would single me out, even when I was being perfectly legal.

It was me, I know. If a cop had someone pulled over and I drove past, he would let the other people go, and take off after me. Some of that was because I tended to drive beater cars. I could keep junk running for quite a while, and a hundred-dollar car was lots cheaper than a thousand dollar car. The old cars were easier to work on too.

So now you’re asking what all that has to do with a hat. I’ll tell you. In 2007, some friends came by my place. My place wasn’t where you could just be driving by, so you decide to stop. I lived 3 miles out a logging road, and you had to be going there to get there.

One of those friends was sporting a brand new Australian Bush & City hat. He was really proud of it, and I’m sure it cost him $50 or $60. I’m sure he couldn’t really afford to spend that kind of money for a hat, but he did. So my friends visited for a few hours, and when they decided to go, the hat was left behind.

I didn’t notice for weeks, the brand new hat sitting on top of the piano. The piano was a clutter spot, for all kinds of junk. A couple of months went by, and the hat was still there gathering dust. I thought about bringing it to Fred, being his and all, but never managed to remember it. I did tell him it was there.

Fred and his wife came by again about 4 months later, and he did grab the hat. He set it on the back of the couch, and we visited for a while. After dinner they decided to get home, before it got too dark to navigate the logging road. The hat was still sitting on the back of the couch! He forgot it again….

I left it there for a year, always forgetting to bring it to him, and he never came back to get it. In 2008 the brand new Australian Bush & City hat was still there, so I tried it on. It fit like it was meant to be worn by me, so I started to wear it. I took it off when I went by his place, so it wouldn’t be obvious, I was now wearing his hat.

I forgot to take it off the last few times I visited, and no one ever said anything about it, so I figured it was mine now. Since that time, 7 1/2 years ago, I’ve only been pulled over by the police 3 times, and never harassed at all. Not about driving junk, nor about looking creepy, or out-of-place, or anything at all.

I put that hat on now, whenever I leave the house. When I see a cop while driving down the road, they still look me over with scrutiny, but they never pull me over anymore. All they see is a cowboy, or rancher. Not a hippy with long hair, and an ugly rig. All they see is the hat!

 

Almost Time To Go ( Kleenex Alert )

No, I’m not dying yet….

Hey y’all, just as the title says, it’s almost time to go. I left home in October, and spent 3 weeks away from home, dealing with a family emergency. On the last day of October, I drove back up to the Canadian border. The reason for leaving Reno at that time, was two-fold.

I left home in a hurry, leaving my home, dogs, cat, garden, and winter chores in the care of a neighbor. That was supposed to be for a few days, not weeks. The emergency situation was no longer an emergency, and would allow me to return home, to carry out my commitments.

I had left my wife in Reno, to care for the family, while I was to continue with the usual pre-winter preparations. The list of things to deal with was long, starting with, filling water barrels ( we have no running water ), and harvesting whatever didn’t die off or freeze in the garden, while I was away. Fire wood was / is a necessity, as a heating requirement. ( we have no other form of heat, and propane is too expensive for that )

The property has no amenities. Power at present is from generators, and water was purchased from the city, 15 miles distant ( all down hill, as I live up a mountain ), and has to be hauled in. My wife and I have a 20 foot travel trailer, with a tent-room added on, for more storage. With the past winter quickly approaching, the place needed weatherization, ie, tarps and such fastened down, and tools located and put where they could be found before they were buried under snow.

I took care of most of those things until December 21st. At that time it was assumed ( never assume, as that makes an ass of u and me ) I would go back to Reno, spend Christmas with the family, and pick up Libby ( yes, my wife does have a name! ) and head back home at the beginning of the new year. The best laid plans….

In January it was determined, we would be needed in Reno for the forseeable future. Our grand-daughter would need more care, ( due to TBI ) and only be able to attend school for a couple of hours a day. She is 14 years old, and a freshman in the local high-school. We being unemployed, and semi-retired agreed to take on this task, as we were the only one’s able to break away from our routine.

Now it’s the middle of March, and the family is doing better. They will never get back to a regular home-life or routine, as long as we are present. We talked about these things the other day, and decided we would head back home at the end of March. Our grand-daughter is faring better, although she still will only be able to attend school for two hours daily. Her parents are back at work, and her brother is back at his usual routine.

I started this blog for too many reasons to tell. There is a whole post just on that singular subject, and I’m sure I could be my usual long-winded-self, and explain in ten thousand words, the whys of everything. Having stated that, I will be hard pressed to keep posting at the speed or rate, with which I have been up to now. I have no internet at home as of yet, and funds for some of the luxuries most take for granted, are truly non-existent.

As an old man, on SSI, I receive $733 per month. My mortgage is just over $300, and a phone eats $50 more. That leaves me with just about half of my monthly money to cover all of the rest of living. I am currently buying a truck, for $50 a month as well. The truck is for all of the hauling, as the 1995 Geo Metro, wasn’t designed for the work I’ve made it do over the last couple of years.

When I posted 350,000 article ideas I wasn’t kidding. There is a post on every point I have just made, and then the posts that could follow. ( sub-titles ) I am presently trying to pre-write a pile ( more than two, and less than a mountain ) of articles to post on a regular basis. I had said previously, I only went to town every two weeks. That was to help keep fuel costs, automobile repair expenses and such, to a minimum.

So with that being stated, I will apologise ahead of time, if I drop off of the face of the planet, or am unable to create decent, or enough content to keep all of my followers satiated. I am feeling as though I will be letting you all down, and am having certain regrets for starting this. I love having a following, and enjoy the comradery, fellowship, and love of the community I have been able to partake in.

Even now, my eyes are tearing up. I love you all, y’all, and am sorry if I end up letting any of you down. I’ve come to depend on this blog. I am addicted to blogging, and sharing all of the lives, I have had the privilege of being a part of.

Thank you for allowing me into your lives. Thank you for your kindness, and support when things were tough. Thank you for just being, and allowing me to be, also. I will continue to post for as long as I am able, and probably will have to make special trips to town, where the internet is more available, just so I don’t lose my extended family.

I ask y’all to please be forgiving, and patient while I readjust living arrangements, and obviously blogging practices. If you feel the need, or desire to continue communications with me, I have an email address and a phone. I won’t be able to respond to comments daily, or hourly as I have been, but I will make a special effort for all of you. Thank you and I love you too, also, as well! Squatch

rgcorros@gmail.com                       phone#    208-597-2502 ( my old Idaho number )