Then, I drove into town to fill the gas tank – I’m driving to Graysriver tomorrow afternoon to spend the day with stoked! friends, there. I’m looking forward to seeing the gals 😊
The weather was pleasant
with a 65-degree temperature … and matching humidity level, so after putting
the gas nozzle back in place, I decided to take a short hike along the lower
end of the dike on 42nd.
Green Day – ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ song: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5EXKDlf44M)
There was hardly anyone else on the trail; I saw maybe a total of 5 other people. I was okay with that. I saw a bird I’d never seen before – and looked it up in my Bird Book, when I got home. I saw a cute little Pomeranian: it was friendly and begged for petting, which was surprising because most poms are little barking biters. I talked with its owner for a bit, and she was friendly too 😉
When I got home, I collected the mail … and instantly saw red
when I read why the car licensing has gone up. WTH – Longview does not
have a ferry! Longview is now charging us for driving through
the city we live in; don’t they collect enough damned taxes from us
already for the “privilege” of living in this shithole … meant literally,
as city “council” is 100% demonrat and insists on running Longview like
calimexarabia where tent cities reign, and people behave like uncivilized
animals??? The ‘State Parks’ fee is laughable since the State Parks
are now charging parking fees and insisting, we schedule a ‘visit registration online’
– why should I be required to pay an additional fee through the car licensing
department? And why the hell should Washingtonians be forced to comply
with a mandated Law to adhere to calimexarabian ‘laws’ that
are nonsensical and illogical! I do not live in calimexarabia … I live
in Washington. If insleeze wants to brown-nose and kiss newsom’s ass, he can move
to calimexarabia.
The annual car
licensing goes waaaaay beyond licensing
– it has become another political tool to bludgeon The People with ☹
I needed to bring a relaxing peace vibe into the day because Shabbat Eve would quickly be arriving … so, I quickly refolded the paper and stuck it back in its envelope – and out of sight until the Due Date arrives.
I also pulled out my small stash of Jasmine tea, and used a bag – I bought this tea with Bob, and I’ve been hoarding what little is left for special occasions: today qualifies. Autumn is filled with memories of Bob; Bob was born on the cusp of Autumn’s arrival in 1949, I met him when Autumn started in 1966, our daughter was conceived the first Autumn of our first year of married life in 1974 (and her daughter was born in Autumn), our Anniversary date always heralded the arrival of Autumn … and Bob got the devine summons to 'Come Home. Son' in the Autumn of 2018.
I want to meet tonight’s
Shabbat hour with peaceful thoughts 😉
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