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 )

Why Am I Here?

part 1.
On October 12th of 2014, my eldest son, his wife and their two children were in a horrific car accident. My wife and I got word of that at 6:00 am. It was a Sunday morning. 3 days prior we had gone over the mountains to be in town, to visit with them.

We had a pleasant visit with all of the children. 4 of our kids live 60 miles north of Seattle Washington. (All of the kids are grown, and living their own lives). The youngest is 25 and the eldest is 38. The eldest has a family and lives in the Reno Nevada area.

6 am, bad news. The family is in a hospital in Redding California. We called around to see who could do whatever was needed, and Mrs. Squatch and I got the golden ticket. We live in the hills, basically retired. Since we didn’t have to worry about employer attitudes regarding absences, we packed what we thought we would need and headed for Redding. (More interesting tales, what to do about the place, the dogs, cat, garden, firewood, and more).

Where do I start? The obstacles? I live in a remote area. The big town, the county seat only has a population of 42,763, and it is 50 miles from my place. That’s where the Wal-Mart and McDonald’s is. The airport is one of those that can’t land anything very big,and the next closest bigger airport is 160 miles away. The North Cascade Highway was already closed that late in Oct., and the Seattle terminal was 250 miles away.

The Wenatchee airport does have a connecting flight to Seattle, where I could buy passage to Sacramento Ca. Options? I could drive to Wenatchee and catch a flight to seattle, but not on sunday. Option 2, we can Drive to Seattle and catch a flight to Sac., and rent a car, and drive 240 miles north to Redding.

We went with option 3 that I never mentioned. We decided that we could get there faster if we just drove. ( Here is where I tell you how we actually got outta the mountains, and all of the adventure a 60-year-old guy recognizes).

We arrived in Redding Monday morning, the accident had happened around 2 or 3 am, sunday. My son’s wife, and the youngest of the kids were hurt, but not needing admission to the hospital were discharged. The other two, my son and his daughter were severely injured. Broken and more, and in the I.C.U. ward.

We spent a week in Redding, and there will be tales in the telling on that. Sunday came, and our son was patched up enough to be sent home to heal. Our grand-daughter wouldn’t be released yet, and we wouldn’t be able to stay with her as ” politics”, seem to get in the way of that. ( Here’s where another adventure happens) I can’t stop it here, so I’ll answer the Question….there are too many ways of responding to why am I here.

WE, my wife and I are here in the Reno area helping family. That is one reason. I can’t even number the true answer to that. I guess you will find out more later….in the continuing saga of my journey.