A long time ago,,,

in a galaxy not that far away,,,

in a time when lib thoughts were still in me head,,,, (yeah, I woke up from that hallucination.)

I had a dream of owning a place with a couple out buildings (more like POLE BARNS) for doing the things I love.  One for metal, one for wood.   Seeing how I do A LOT of welding,,, well, flying spat and sawdust are not exactly friends.   And I do a fair amount of woodworking in my creative muses.   Sometimes the woodworking is for the metal working side: making patterns for foundry work for one.  Same can be said of the metalworking side; making jigs for carpentry projects.

Never really put that dream aside, and lately, I’ve noted that many of my purchases are ‘filling’ those ‘currently not in existence’ shops.   Some of my not monetary efforts have been as well; like my making a 20 ton shop press from old gaurd-rail i-beams (there is a guy here local that gets them for free from the state and I was given a dozen to play with.  Only problem with them being the amount of galvanic coating they have.)   She’s heavy, (could probably handle 40 ton hydraulics)  and completely free of any financial trades.

I have ZERO desire to go back to wrenching for a living.   I am good at it (despite my Noob efforts of late; My defense was being rusty at driveline diags.)  BUT, I also don’t trust many others to do the work on MY TRANSPORTS,,, Seen more than a few hack jobs.  Owned one too: the white S10 I had was a salvage title truck with 99 and 04 parts scattered about.   Like drivers side a-arms were 99 but passengers was 04: wheel bearings are completely different even if the geometry is the  same.  Makes for some interesting parts runs, let me tell ya. 

I  have been (for the most part) maintaining my ‘Mobile’ aspect, but one hits a point where there is just too much to stuff into small places and keep organized.   I’m fast approaching that Event Horizon,,, the one where the weight of the tools overpowers the transportation, and it begins to look like a rolling tool chest with a drivetrain. (brudda B will probably say ‘Too Late!!’.)

but the danged things allow me to make a living (even if I am not being a wrench, I do end up wrenching, among the many other hats I wear.)  

I dunno what I am shooting for in this post: just shooting thoughts into the void to see what comes back?   Dunno.   I only know that the dream I had way back then at the cusp of a separation did NOT die, it only took a back burner and has been directing small actions behind the scenes.  I only noted it during a meditaion this eve, and realized that I am still on that pathway, unconciously making small changes here and there, but never really leaving the pathway to,,,,  I dunno yet.  

I may not be much of a farmer, can’t even say I could raise livestock properly (can you kill a pet?  I’d need to be very tough on myself to not get attached.) But I can provide many other aspects of service that those capable of that stuff would need.   LOTS OF THINGS they might need.    I once remade a side cover for an old Honda scooter that had been dropped.    I can do such again if there is a need.   Barter still works in the locallocallocal,,,

Can’t say we aren’t in for collapse, but I am prepared in many ways if so.   May not be at my prefered prep state, but what I have will work.    

And my dream is still alive and well.

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