Wedding Song - God Knew That I Needed You

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

FAT & SASSY

I have a rash, so I didn’t want to be around people today.

It’s on my face, as well as on my arms and ankles.

It itches.

It burns.

Rash on my arms, face, and ankles.

It could have resulted from a variety of things: the sour cream I ate with my nacho’s Tuesday afternoon while having lunch with a friend; maybe it’s time to change out the laundry soap again (body soap is Ivory – as mild as possible); maybe it’s all the stressors that have been working my nerves all week … there’s really no way to pin the actual reason down. It just is. But people are weird about rashes, so I stay away until it clears up.

So, when I woke up this morning, I thought I’d read a few more chapters of the book I started reading last night:

MOD Crochet 'Octobery' Book Cover for my New Read.
New 'Octobery' Read; Danielle Steele is not my favorite author - but it was only a quarter at a summer garage sale ðŸ˜‰

But about an hour into it, I checked my FB Page – got royally pissed at the perversion being posted designed to groom preschoolers into the homosexual lifestyle; I posted some fiery remarks, then decided to get out of the house to cool my temper down: I didn’t have to be around people; I could go for a drive 😉

Today's Plan; I hate being house-bound.
I left the carport around 12.11 A.M.
Road Route ... I added an additional hour with sideline backroads, and picture shots ðŸ˜Š
Old Pacific Highway N; out of Castle Rock towards Toledo.
Old Pacific Highway N; out of Castle Rock towards Toledo.
Jackson Highway S; coming into Toledo. Lewis County.
South Lewis County Airport, Toledo.
Bob liked these little jump-planes; this was what he was getting his pilot's license for ...
Beechcraft Airplane.
Beechcraft Airplane Backstory – Private ownership:
Slipped a CD into the player at Mossyrock when the radio cut out ...
Nat King Cole: ‘Autumn Leaves’ song:
I wanted to redirect my thoughts. Fall is still hard to get through.

Traffic was okay along the route; the mood was peaceful and easy – and memories didn’t make my eyes flood.

Passing through Morton, I saw that the road sign read ALL the Passes were Open: White Pass, Cayuse & Chinook – but I didn’t have the time to drive any of them

I always smile when I pass through Glenoma: Bob’s wedding ring is in those hills above Kiona Creek, in Glenoma; his crew logged a patch of timber up there one Winter, and he’d lost so much weight after his bout with walking pneumonia that it fell off his finger and got stomped into the mud on the Landing before he realized what had happened.

This sharp point really looks like an upturned fang tooth; seeing it, made me think of the wild horses that used to run beneath it; Glenoma.
Bob's wedding ring is up there, somewhere. Bob took us up there, one weekend when he was fixing machinery on the Landing – that's how I saw the wild horses.
 
Huff & Puff Drive-In Burger Stand; Randle-WA. I’ve always liked the bold COLOR.
I was hoping for a little County Park to eat - and sit and read a bit ...
I got the Elk Burger - spendier, but also healthier: the milkshake is a splurge; and a risk since I am lactose intolerant. But with the rash, I figured, 'what the heck - in for a penny, in for a pound' ðŸ˜‰
I read a chapter while eating … and enjoyed the 'Fallish' paint job, that brought to mind colorful Fall leaves.
I ate half the burger and a few fries - I'll finish them up later tonight; the drive was really the main thing; the burger was just the lure.

The weather in Washington State is schizoid with Fall chill and Summer humidity: and today we had wildfire smoke haze added to the crazy mix At times the interior air got stuffy and sticky. I couldn’t use the air conditioner – or roll the windows down – because of wildfire smoke (very visible in the air like shrouding fog; and you could smell and taste it): my hair was plastered to my forehead and neck … and my blouse was stuck to my back; the whole trip.

Other than that, it was an enjoyable day out of the house.

Huff and Puff doesn’t have a restroom; it’s a burger bar. And while there are lots of camping site and fishing site signs … there would not be a public restroom notice until Morton – and then I’d have to drive a few miles out of the way to find it. About a mile into the drive back home, I had to use one; and Morton was quite a way off.

God was merciful! ((((THANK YOU, FATHER 😊))))

While thinking on some very pleasant memories, I spotted a sign that gave my cranky bladder hope 😉

I made a Solo Lobo Memory with that little sideline jaunt – Bob and I had never been down this road before; even though we’d been this way many, many times over the decades. I only went down it this afternoon, because my bladder was desperate.

A memory was triggered in Mossyrock - and it didn't cause a watershed moment.
We shared some musical tastes ...
My Christmas present from Bob that year, was a high-end stereo with quadrophonic speakers; a true Love Gift.
I still think of those speakers - NOTHING today can beat the way they shot around the room.
SO thankful!
Glenoma Community Park:
What a relief ...
Some chances are worth taking. LOL!
Rife Lake Boat Launch is to the left as you leave the Park.

When I arrived home, around 5 P.M.; fat and sassy, I parked with happy thoughts – and new memories birthed along the route; memories that were made without Bob.

My heart still isn’t sure how to handle that realization when it happens.

And yet, Bob is still very much a part of these new experiences and memories; because if he hadn’t given me the strengthening love, I enjoyed for 44 years (“you can do it Honey; I have faith in you”) … I would not be able to tap into the confidence I am engaging now, when stepping out in faith and boldness, solo lobo.

I carry Bob’s love with me on every venture: and I send a high-5, sky high, with every successful ending 😊

New memory making adventures dovetail snuggly with old memories 😉

NO! It Will Never End ...

Five Times August - ‘Sad Little Man’ song:

The ONLY people I know who are suffering from covid ... are those that have been vaccinated.

Let that sink in.

I don't wear a mask.

I have never been vaccinated: and I REFUSE to be herded like an animal to be jabbed against my will.

I have BEEN and AM CURRENTLY around people CONSTANTLY. I am 95% out-of-house and in the thick-of-it socially; in close contact with people. I don't like shouting across the room to be heard; and I do not like being shouted AT. I am a hugger, which means I'm CLOSER to people than the "required 6-ft distancing". I am an acknowledged {Senior Citizen}; which means I'm an ADLUT. A survivor of life's many perils; and I know how to take care of myself. I do not NEED ... nor do I WANT the government talking heads, or State Agencies "deciding 'what is best'" for ME  NO ONE ELSE IS ME. (((I))) know what is best for me - and so I continue to do it, without caving in to political arm wrestling.

I repeat - the only people I know who are suffering from "covid" are those that have BEEN vaccinated.

WA State Dept: covid guidelines: https://doh.wa.gov/sites/default/files/legacy/Documents/1600/coronavirus//ClothFacemasks.pdf

So, basically, even though the asinine mandates have been lifted … they still remain in place, while out and about.

NO! NO! NO!