Note the date stamp lower right corner.
Eleven years to the day that my house was under construction. I moved in October 5th.
T’ain’t much, but I like it. As I told Da when I was building “enough room for a pair of panties and a toothbrush: she won’t be moving in.” when he asked about Femme Fatales. Smaller means less headache, less to heat, less to cool, less room for piles and piles of stuff I don’t need (and yet, I still find ways, dangit!)
That whole Femme thing, Won’t lie, the more I see associates and friends going through the trials and tribs of dealing with a modern American woman, the less desire I have to re-enter the dating market. It would be nice to have a partner to alleviate some of the burden of property ownership, but not sure fair certain I don’t want to deal with the Dramas.
As I told Burnout: “If I need help, I’ll hire out”. Take that as statement as broadly as you want, you likely won’t be wrong.
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Eleven years. Seems like a frelllin’ lifetime. 16 years since I left the Sin-Sin-nasty. On truck number 4 (while retaining #3) and much more established in anchorage than I was then. (note the RV? Yeah, that thing was all over the place before I laid that foundation.) (and counting that RV, trucks number five, not four, LOL)
So much water under the bridges since 2008 when my little world blew apart like the Hindenburgh. I’ve done a fair job of recovery, and re-establishing myself in a different mold. Heck, I’d have never thought I’d have become a published author in 2008. I didn’t have a clue where the directions were headed then. Certainly didn’t see the AI thing coming down the pike, let alone the political shifts and tremors we have been witness to; Like the covidiocy (that still lingers in strange ways.)
I don’t think anyone is crazy enough to have written a story like the one we have seen in real time. Lord knows, if I could go back in time and warn myself of what we have seen, my past self would have likely shot my future self in self-defense, and claimed fear for my life from some crazy person.
And that opens up a “Why?” question. Why has it been so fruckin’nutz? Simple answer: Lack of honesty. Our “leaders” (they ain’t, but I digress) have been anything but honest about anything. Our institutions, even some of the religious orders, have been anything but honest. Truths are still valuable, maybe more so than ever, but we do not recieve them. We have to dig for, and glean them from the muck and sewage spilled on the daily.
And that lack of honesty bears zero accountability.
That lastt,,,
No one is going to pay for the damage. The damage will continue to pile up until there is a reckoning, but it won’t be those that ‘designed it’ that pay. that payment is going to be spread out among everyone that didn’t have a thing to do with it.
But, like I said last night, People keep on keeping on, always have, always will. Doesn’t matter who the king is; its the guy laying that plot of potatoes or driving the herd of livestock to market that keep the wheels moving.
Something is about to give way. The war on Energy is showing the fractures bigger than ever. And its gonna hurt. but I don’t think its the fall into the next “Dark Ages” time either.
And strangely enough, it may NOT happen in the next decade. or it MAY, but it will be subtle (is being so) and so gradual, us frogs don’t notice the heat (much)
I don’t know,,, strange Freeday start, I’m ramblin’, blabberin’, and a little bored at the start. (won’t stay that way, just too dark to see out there right now.)
ANywhooozzergoobbers,,, I must prepare myself for the day, some running, some sitting, lots of doing, and maybe some ME TIME later in the weekend. Will see.
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