Walking on the moon,,,

Sure would feel a tiny bit better than the walking on the sun I have been doing today.   Its DAMNED HOT,,, Running abouut 70% humidity maybe higher (reading the gauge in the house,,,)  and sweat just beads and rolls off.

And Oh-boy, to be back in that time of life again…

You can never go home,,,,  When that realization hits, its profound.   Its not that things aren’t there (may be, may not be) but YOU are different as well.  I learned that lesson repeatedly over the years.   It’s getting a bit easier to swallow, though I will never like the taste.  

I haven’t changed, but I know I’m not the same,,,

The illusions we create in our heads to hold onto what WE THINK reality is.   So many of us, individual, and yet, so connected by existence,,,

And the crazy of the world is infecting us all, in no small part due to that inter-connectedness we share.   Once upon a time, the insane were sequestered from “general pop” to limit any spread,,, Those doctors that did this may not have thought of it as a spreadable disease, but they took steps as if it were.

Those things we feel in our gut? Totally real: our guts are just as much in tune with ‘reality’ as the instinct laden Kat is.   Listen to those ‘gut feelz’, they may not be clear as to what they are warning about, but they are NOT wrong.

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Back to the J.O.B. this AM, and said culprit was dressed down by Bossman,,, and said asshat tried to throw ME under the bus wheels.   Said that all the problems were present the entire time he was using the gear. (and bossman told him flat out to stop lying.)

Me, personally, would have told him to turn around, leave, and not come back.   Bossman is much more charitable than I.    

BUT, said asshat is going to be assigned to some work detail I am in charge of, and, well, I may not hold grudges, but I never forget getting a knife in my ribs either.   Dude will be on my shitlist for a LONNNNGGGGGGGGG time.  Try to throw me under the bus?   WHILE I WAS STANDING THERE,,,,      DUMB, SUPER STOOPID DUMB. 

breathe,,,,,,,

Long weekend forthcoming,,,, probably already covered it.  Still haven’t made my plans final yet.   Weather is somewhat in question, and another aspect I hadn’t considered: TOOLS.    Not sure I am comfortable leaving Buffalo parked in a strange place for a couple full nights/days, unattended and no security (other than the occasional park ranger/sheriff doing a drive through,,,,)  Not going to take them out TODAY, but I may hold off on going until Satyrday morn, and unload my box here, on Friday.   I could just un-ass the whole box, but that thing is damned heavy,,,  I has a lot of tools I bring to the table no matter where I go.  (and the truck only holds a small percentage of the tools I have available.)

One thing I do expect this weekend: LOTS of boat traffic.   And that means dancing waters for me.   YAY!!!   

Even if I don’t go camping overnight(s), I am going to play in waves, dammit!!!

Live like tomorrow is judgement day. Learn as if you were never taught a thing.  Laugh to peel the paint from the porch eaves, and LOAD LOAD LOAD,,,, then do some more.