Squatch Vs. The Blog

Hey campers, today I am going to finish packing all of my worldly possessions, and try to be ready for the sound of the starting gun. When the pistol shot sounds I will be out of here, even more quickly than the homesteader hopefuls in the 1800’s.

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homestead act races – Google Search

Signed into law in May 1862, the Homestead Act opened up settlement in the western United States, allowing any American, including freed slaves, to put in a claim for up to 160 free acres of federal land. By the end of the Civil War, 15,000 homestead claims had been established, and more followed in the postwar years.
Homestead Act – Facts & Summary – HISTORY.com

Presently I am waiting for a tow-bar to arrive, so I can hook the car to the tail end of the motor home. After the lights are set up, and I get a permit to drive a non-registered vehicle from Reno Nv. to N.E. Washington, that pistol shot will sound.

Home is where the heart is, for sure. I have put up with this city and am willing to never do this again! The paranoia and ill feelings from all of the local residents, truly disgust me. Everyone seems to believe everyone else is some kind of: Terrorist, Pedophile, Murderer, Thief, Gang Member, Rapist, or just plain crazy and not to be trusted or dealt with on a personal level.

So what kind of deviant am I? Well I don’t drive a brand new shiny car. I have long hair, down to my belt. I only shave weekly or monthly, depending on how social I have to be. I dress in rags, as they are going to get torn up, with all of the things I do.

I have allowed others to see me as some kind of scary person, to ward off contact. I speak my mind, and don’t hold back, when I think something needs to be said. If I state something in an intense manner, the police are usually called.

I don’t have or believe in locks, and locking everything up. It’s a hassle to have to carry keys to open places that really don’t need to be locked. Everyone else has a different opinion. They will point out how many places are broken into, and how much thievery is present.

It seems most of the people in this city are truly frightened. They call the police when they see a stranger in their neighborhood, and are never willing to confront someone themselves. Too many of these city dwellers don’t know their own neighbors, and barely pay attention to what is going on around them.

News stories help promote the hype, no one is to be trusted. If I’m not some previously mentioned deviant, then I must be some type of scam artist. The paranoia is rampant, and there is no way to counter that trend.

What Is Deviance?
Deviance is the recognized violation of cultural norms. Norms guide
virtually all human activities, so the concept of deviance is quite broad.
One category of deviance is crime, the violation of a society’s formally enacted criminal law. Even criminal deviance spans a wide range, from minor traffic violations to prostitution, sexual assault, and murder.

Most familiar examples of nonconformity are negative instances
of rule breaking, such as stealing from a campus bookstore, assaulting a fellow student, or driving while intoxicated. But we also define especially righteous people—students who speak up too much in class or people who are overly enthusiastic about the latest electronic gadgets—as deviant, even if we give them a measure of respect.

I was investigated by the local Sheriff, as I was parked near a middle school, waiting for my grandson to arrive. Someone saw my rig sitting across from the school, with me sitting in it. Instead of stopping and asking me why I was in their neighborhood, they called the police. That is the new ” Norm “, and my complaints as to how people are reacting these days change nothing.

I confront those I want information from. I don’t sic the law on them, just because I don’t know them, or have never seen them before. We have a whole nation full of frightened sheep, and that problem or attitude will continue to prevail.

So with all of that rant laid bare before you, I hate cities. Where I live you can barely see other homes, and certainly aren’t able to just look out of my windows into my neighbors windows. My neighbors leave me alone, and I do the same for them, but we do interact with each other, and it doesn’t involve the law!

Where I live, there are only two patrol cars used by the Sheriff’s office out at any given time. That’s two cars patrolling an area of 5,267.98 square miles. The Sheriff’s office asks that everyone try to resolve issues in a civil manner, and not include them in that process, if at all possible.

What does any of this have to do with the title of this post? My blogging is going to suffer greatly when that pistol shot sounds. I will go driving and screaming my happiness, and I truly can’t wait to get home. I am sorry my friends here at the blog, I will miss you. I just won’t miss the city.

Life in Stasis?

Should you be happy knowing you have cancer, that there may be a treatment that will work for you, after you’ve already resigned yourself to the facts that had been presented to you? That is a hard note to sing about. The roller-coaster ride never gets easier. I have known too many people diagnosed with debilitating illness, and any news only brings more fears and anxiety, to add to the list of how we are supposed to feel. We are supposed to laugh in the face of danger, and carry on as though, what we go through is nothing. The conflicts of our emotions are not only real, but assist, or hinder our wellness. How are we to act, knowing almost all is lost?

Where The Heck Am I?

I opened my eyes because something didn’t seem right. I wasn’t cold, but I wasn’t warm either. There was nothing to see so I couldn’t figure out where I was. I know my eyes were open, but there was nothing to see at all. It wasn’t dark, there was some illumination, but it didn’t come from anywhere in particular. It was everywhere. I seemed to be floating, and my mind reeled at that. Floating on what? It wasn’t water as there was nothing fluid about it. It wasn’t air either. No wind or breezes of any sort. I breathed, but that may just be my imagination.

I turned over and the view was exactly as it was everywhere else. I wondered to myself if I might be dead, but balked at that thought as I was obviously not dead. At least in the sense, I thought I was conscious, and that must mean I still live. That’s what a philosopher might say, my brain reminded itself. If I am really here, where ever here was, and properly thinking, I couldn’t be dead. But, the things I thought I was experiencing, or lack of the same made me feel even more uncertain about my present situation.

No sensory perceptions except sight, and that is probably unreliable, I thought. Maybe I am a part of some experiment, my brain intoned. It was so quiet I could hear my own thoughts, loud and clear. I went through the motions of snapping my fingers to hear if there was sound. I thought I heard the dull click of the snap, but once again my brain said I might be imagining that as well. My brain was moving at light speed, seeking answers to the mystery I seemed to have awakened to. I couldn’t tell anything of my situation. Zero perceptions my brain rattled, to my consciousness.

I tried a multitude of touch, feel, hear exercises, and I still wasn’t sure. My mind kept reminding myself, I am biased. I know what things sound like, and how things feel. A person always hear themselves, so it would just be another exercise in futility for me to shout. My mind was nearly in a state of panic, and the more I dwelt on it, the more panic I felt.

Where the heck am I, I wondered? What’s happening to me? How long has this been going on? The questions wouldn’t quit, and my mind was screaming at me to figure it out. Any experiment I seemed to try was inconclusive. I am biased I reminded myself. With no stimulation and another observer to confirm my actions, I was just deluding myself. There was nothing I could do to ascertain what was going on. My panic was growing larger than the unreality I seemed to be facing.

I kept telling my brain to calm down. As a rational being I should be able to come to some consensus, regarding my present predicament. I closed my eyes and calmed myself, willing my mind to just shut up. I thought I could apply a touch of zen to bring my senses back to right, but that really wasn’t working. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and willed myself to relax. I felt my heartbeat and counted off a hundred beats. That at least was working, I was starting to mellow out. I continued that exercise again and heard myself snore. Too relaxed obviously, so I opened my eyes and was blind. I rubbed them and still couldn’t see a thing. No light, not a single photon for my brain to capture.

I flipped over again, hoping to find more than sensory deprivation. The act of changing my position did something, I was falling! That was even more frightening than no input, as I could feel gravity taking me down, not gently, but with a great force. My body hit the bottom of the gravity well with a slam! I was laying there hurting from the abrupt stop, and I felt something else. The carpet! My carpet! Where ever the heck I had been, at least I was home now.