Today was
my Coffee Hour in Naselle with friends.
But
before that got underway, I noticed that enough neighbors complained about
candy and her husband helping themselves to private property the other day,
that they were forced to rent a dumpster.
No one on our street was happy about candy and mike commandeering private garbage-recycling bins for thier personal buisness.
It was
54-degrees when I pulled out of the carport: but it felt like 35-degrees with
the river chill passing through the Park.
Fall is
making itself felt, even with the hint of an Indian Summer idling.
And I was
held up twice with road work crews before I could finally pull in at the County
Courthouse to pay that unwarranted ticket.
Next time I will fight the BS Speed Trap moneymaker.
I don't support power grabs by anyone.
I use Cruise Control to keep my leg and foot muscle from seizing up with Piriformis pain.
Local & government employees work for US; the hero worship and power grabs are not okay.
Wildfire smoke-tinted fog bank over a portion of Wahkiakum County.
Paid for 'deferral' so my Insurance won’t be billed. This County nails a person coming & going, with BS charges.
I got an
education this morning about how Wahkiakum County is getting revenue since logging
and fishing bit the dust: the bird dogs scout the four corners of the county
and wing birds – sending them limping to the Court House, which
offers them ‘a deal’ for a fee; backed up with another fee that
piggybacks on the outsourced company they use for {handling services}.
The whole system is jerry rigged ... counties are addicted to fines: especially small-town counties.
And
finding the Office was like trying to find your way in a maze – when I did
finally reach the right door, I felt like I had been consigned to a dismal
concrete walled dungeon: down two flights of stairs (LOTS of
stairs!) and into a dim and dreary rabbit’s warren with frustrating tunnel
junctions. I don’t know whose acid-trip-design it was to create that convoluted
mess, but it was exhausting to maneuver!
It seemed
to me that it was designed to so thoroughly frustrate a person, that they’d
just throw the $$$ at the clerk and say, “Just take it and let me get the hell
out of here!”
I was
frustrated with the nonsensical rabbit warren tunnels – but I was more angry,
that worn out.
The
ticket was unjustifiable; and my eyes were shooting fire.
Like I
said the other day: I’ve always known Wahkiakum County was steeped in corruption
– I’ve just never been boldly introduced to it, before.
The whole
thing reminded of creepy, crooked, small-town movies.
I couldn’t wait to put distance between me
and them.
I came
upon the smoke-tinged fog bank I saw earlier. I was in the fog bank for a
5-minute time span that seemed a lot longer as I drove through the shifting ethereal
mass. By the time I reached the Duck Inn, the fog had lifted; and the sky was a
brilliant robin egg blue, without a cloud to be seen anywhere 😊
The clear blue was startling.
It was welcome.
It was free of the trapped drifting wildfire smoke.
I entered the smokey fog bank near the Julia Butler Hansen Refuge area; country roadside garss trimmers were hard to see.
Not to thick ... but definitely ushering in Fall.
Blue skies, and fog lifted, by the time I reached the Duck Inn; in Skamokawa.
When I
reached my destination, coffee was flowing: and another old friend had joined
the Coffee Hour – this is another blessing 😊
The main topics were sciatica … and afghanistan.
I engaged
in the first topic – and kinda spaced out when the second topic picked up
speed. Instead of letting the weight of the world’s woes bite into my
shoulders, I watched through the kitchen’s French doors, 3 young coyote
yearlings race across the front lawn; and this year’s fawn (the fading spots
were still visible), debating whether to follow in their wake – or hang back
and wait a bit. The fawn didn’t seem to far the coyotes as much as it feared
the highway edging the yard.
When the
afghanistan topic had played itself out, we drank some more coffee and spent
the rest of the hour laughing and joking about the ‘when days’ in our
girlish pasts.
I drove
home through the Raymond-Pe Ell-Vader route.
Gas Price in Naselle.
Good news on the radio, today. The US Supreme Court upheld the Texas Abortion Ban.
And parents are waking up to public school political indoctrination tactics.
Parents are flooding School Board Meetings and demanding - and winning arguments that hired teachers be held to academics, only.
I lost
radio signal along the way, so I pulled over and sorted through the larger CD
case.
And struck gold!
What a guy! I found this treasure Bob had tucked between little used CDs.
I grinned
from ear to ear, slipped the disc into the dash player, and enjoyed Louis
Armstrong, Howlin’ Wolf, Johnny Winter … and a host of other Blues musicians:
most of the songs were really old ones; like the 30’s and 40’s – but all were
enjoyable.
((((THANK YOU, BABE!))))
I was happy to have found that CD.
Bob was
always a thoughtful loving husband. He didn’t particularly care for the blues
genre for most of our 44 years together; but he {came around} about 12 years
ago – and was “all in” after that 😉
He, at some
point, had had this CD burned for me: all the songs were songs that I like, and
spoke to Bob about all the time.
Bob and I
talked: we both knew what the other enjoyed. So, he knew what I
liked – and he knew what certain songs meant to me.
I’m
looking at this CD as another love gift from him to me 😊
I don’t know
who the guy was, that worked with Bob and burned this CD for him: but I am
really thankful to that faceless/nameless person, that only Bob knew.
And I am
thankful I found this little memento of love.
Louis
Armstrong – ‘St. John’s Infirmary’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzcpUdBw7gs
Howlin’
Wolf - ‘Highway 49’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEfzjVh62lk
Tennessee
Ernie Ford – ‘Sixteen Tons’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkRYuMqw-B0
Johnny
Winter – ‘Mojo Boogie’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lOlXwV_-8g
So thankful for Bob's loving actions. Goose Point Oyster Plant.
The day
was warming up, and the countryside is coloring up with Autumn’s chilling kiss.
Passing
through Raymond, I decided to eat a light lunch at The Barge Restaurant. I hadn’t
eaten there in a while; Bob and I watched it be built, and we ate there often
when we lived a brief spell in Raymond.
Lunch at The Barge in Raymond; & my table view.
Enjoyed this little newsletter; I'm going to get a year subscription.
This looks like fun! It will be a 4 hr. 28 min. round-trip-drive, taking alternate backroads.
Spotted this fancy hillside house as I was pulling out of the restaurant’s parking lot.
It was 80-degrees passing through Francis; traffic was light from Pe Ell to Vader.
Frances to Vader; via WA-6 & Wildwood Rd - 50 mins.
I
listened to that CD all the way from Naselle to Safeway’s gas terminal in Longview: gas
in town cheaper than out-of-town.
Passing through Lexington, I noticed that the gas prices there, are almost as High as Naselle gas prices.
For the
moment, I feel blessed – I don’t know how long town gas will stay below $4, but
I am thankful now I did not get a country home: at $4+/gal., I’d be pretty
housebound ☹
As it is
now … my daytrips are siphoning whatever leftover $$$ I have after paying
bills. Currently, I can enjoy burning up the road. But who knows what the next
month will bring when it comes to counting pennies.
Slo-joe
is intent on destroying America financially/economically; and ruining every
avenue of enjoyment for Americans.
But I’m
not going to let the demonrats steal my joy.
God’s golden,
rich Joy is my anchor; now that Bob is no longer physically here.
The Joy of the Lord is my strength.
As long
as I have life, and Elohei blesses me to enjoy that life: I will not be buried
under Government weights – nationwide, or local.
I choose joy over depression and fearmongering - some people think that that line of reasoning is fool's gold. But to me, it is gold beyond price.
I don't get bogged down in the world's woes.
Life on Earth is temporal.
I'm not responsible for everybody that walks the Earth; I am not God.