THAT STILL SMALL VOICE

My house will be thankful for today’s ‘still small voice prompt’ … for a while, I’ll be staying in it longer than the 2 hours before and during leaving/parking in the carport – plus the 8 hours of sleep I use it for.

Since Bob stepped off Earth, I’ve been gone as often as I can … and still justify paying the monthly Lot charge.

I’m hardy ever home anymore.

I come home just long enough to kick my shoes off, yank my bra off and throw it across the room, and flop into bed at night.

While eating breakfast this morning, I just happened to glance at the light hanging over the table … and saw it had cobwebs woven all around the bottom of it: they gotta go. Even if I am currently a hausfrau slacker, I can’t allow nomadic spiders to feel comfortable enough to make my home their home. I don’t have anything against spiders, per se (they have their place in the order of life on Earth); but they belong outside in the elements – they cannot freeload in my personal space.

But, the shrouding spiderwebs did not get disturbed this morning: they got a glance before I finished breakfast and scooted out the front door 😉

First, I bought a new garden hose … then I decided it would be cooler at the beach: with the ocean breeze kicking up, and whisking over Longbeach.

A 'still small voice' beckoned - and I heeded the call.

Longbeach from Heron Pointe.1 hr. - 28 mins.

The seatbelt pressing on my lobster-red sunburned shoulders (that I scorched walking the PIGS sales, Friday), was really hurtful.

PIGS (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/06/pigs-puget-island-garage-sales.html)

But I just kept rearranging the annoying thing … and cursing State Laws that interfere with free choice, and fill county and state coffers for overreaching power grabbers. I grew up in the era where seatbelts were optional – obviously I survived the freedoms of that era; and I seriously resent “what if” and “let’s fine the hell out of drivers” paranoias that plague society now.

Nearing Dismal Nitch.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGEKW-e_Ge8)

Saddle Mountain, in Oregon.

( https://stateparks.oregon.gov/index.cfm?do=park.profile&parkId=140)

Passing through Chinook.

The air was refreshing and a lot cooler, the closer I got to Longbeach.

Before I entered downtown Longbeach, I saw the Willapa National Wildlife Refuge sign and turned towards the direction of the pointing arrow: this destination is in my Ambitions Jar, and had not yet been plucked out for a daytrip adventure … but I was here; and so was it 😉

Willapa National Wildlife Refuge; South Bay Unit.

( https://www.fws.gov/refuge/Willapa/map.html)

Gravel road.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97rl54JOEoc)

All access points were gated – very disappointing.

I couldn’t access the refuge advantage points … but I did see some pretty wildflowers before leaving the area. I don’t know if I’ll venture back: I’m really getting sick and tired of the governmental covid restrictions bullshit – I mean, this is an outside thing. There is absolutely no risk of {catching covid} in sweltering/blistering/full-on-sun, 100+-degree-weather, for God’s sake!

Purple Lupine & unknown leafless flower.

Pretty bicolored flowers just rising out of the sand without leaves - like swaging eels in the sandy ocean bottom.

Not listed in any of my Wildflowers of the Pacific Northwest books ... pretty, but strangely weird.

Leaving the dust of the inaccessible refuge behind, I drove to downtown Longbeach, where I walked the entire length of Main Street (maybe 30 minutes, tops – from start to finish), and came home with a few things I bought at three stores along my stroll 😉

I bought a cute, gauzy, sea-green top here.

I bought a medium-size Wind Spinner here.

The dazzling spinners caught my eye, so I had to have one; I’ll hang it as soon as I figure out where to hang it for max effect.

I bought a nice yellow pullover rain slicker, too; I know it’s summer, but I’ve been looking high and low for a rain slicker locally – with no luck. I knew I’d find one in Longbeach … and I snapped it up when I did 😉

Around 2:30 PM, I decided to turn the car towards home – I’d been kicking around Longbeach for an hour and a half; that was long enough to be surrounded, and pressed on all sides, by milling crowds of people. I’d enjoyed the cooler atmosphere of ocean breezes: and spent $$$ I had not planned to spend – not enough to keep my wings clipped and housebound the rest of the month … but enough to keep me closer to home turf when I do decide to get out of the house during the upcoming weeks.

Heading back home over the stretch between Dismal Nitch and Naselle, the blistering sunrays had beat down mercilessly on the blacktop highway; and the tar in the cheap, crappy, chip seal job the country laid, was melting to near water stage – causing the chipped gravel was literally lifting off the road (leaving ugly holes in the roadway that looked like exploding sunspot minefields) and loudly thumping and bumping along the undercarriage of the car (and no doubt sticking in lumpy globs) … and mentally, I could see Bob wincing. He hated driving through wet tar because it messes up the vehicles.

Dismal Nitch: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dismal_Nitch

Listening to the flinging and zinging lumpy tar/gravel thumps, I wished I had driven back around the Bay, on 101, instead of returning on 401.

Longbeach Peninsula.

As I made Naselle, and was going into Johnson’s 1 Stop, I was stopped by Niki, as she was exiting. We hugged and chatted for about 10 minutes, and then she said, “Stop by the house before you go home today – it’s nice and cold with the AC humming along.” I said, “I’m heading to Eden Valley for a couple minutes after I leave here.” And she said, “I’ll be looking for you to drive up afterwards.”

So, that’s what happened: we had a nice, long, 2-hour visit in her comfy air-conditioned home 😊

And we’ve made concrete plans to stop at each other’s houses every time either of us passes through the other’s ‘neck of the woods’ (her place is literal country-country; mine is end-of-city-urban).

I am glad I listened to that still small voice that whispered to my inner being earlier today 😉

Which means … I’ve got to slow down long enough to stay home and get serious about applying elbow grease to housecleaning endeavors: and evict the freeloading spiders as I knock down those shrouding spiderwebs and thanking Elohim profusely for being faithful to answer prayers: we have both been asking God for a sister of the heart to kick around with 😊

It will be fun and enjoyable to have life in this empty house again

I am thankful. 

I am blessed.

I am going to get busy getting this house ready for entertaining.

Gaining ground towards home, I was driving past the Duck Inn, in Skamokawa; when I glanced towards it, debating whether to stop in for a quick bite, or continue home to eat a calorie-counting home cooked supper … and happened to see, in the side mirror, a speeding up vehicle with flashing red and blues coming up on me. And I looked at the dash and saw I was only doing 5 miles over the speed limit; I copped a badass attitude, with a badass expletive, and slowed down to pull over and get my ass chewed on by the speed meter patrol.

But, he sped right by me: lights still flashing a blinking tempo matching the sparkling sunshine grazing off the windshield.

Then my badass outlook morphed into heart-felt sympathy for whoever was at the end of the shimmering flash and dash when he reached his destination.

Since becoming a widow 30 months ago, my senses are more sharply aware now. Where I have always been compassionate towards survivors, I’m more empathetic, now: feelings deepen when one’s own life has been touched by tragedy.

Intermediately – for the next 8 minutes, I saw the flashing lights in the distance ahead of me: but lost sight of them as I neared the Julia Butler Hansen Wildlife Refuge. By the time I crossed the bridge there, he had either turned off the Elochoman Road … or barreled into Cathlamet. He was off radar. And I didn’t see any flashing lights anywhere along the route from Cathlamet to Longview.

But, I did see four more police vehicles pass me on that short stretch of highway just before Longview: one lit up, and three more following like ducklings swimming in line with mama. The SUV cops were busy today.

I parked in the carport at home around 6 PM, and ate a reasonably good supper (fats, spices, and sugars add flavor and zip): I have seriously cut back on all three to seriously pare off the weight my small framed aging body is loudly complaining about. I am determined to shut those complaints down … but MAN! … I miss those fats, spices, and sugars 😉

I also finished one novel, and started another as I prepared to while away the nightie hours immersed in a quick paced storyline 😊

BLOWOUTS

 My garden hose blewout … I bought it last summer, so it was not old; and it should have lasted a lot longer than it has. That hose was expensive, because expensive was all that was being stocked by every store in town last summer – there was no variety to choose from.

It blew apart just as I finished watering the last veggie garden box

This hose is not that old - I bought it in 2020. The faucet attachment just blew away!

The hose incident is just another irritation in a long list of irritations this week.

Most noteworthy are:

A wildfire in the Gorge, near the Dalles area; I’m thinking a trip to Trout Lake will probably not be happening with wildfire season starting so early. Even though this wildfires started on the Oregon side … the smoke will drift, and choke me on this side of the Columbia River; https://www.kgw.com/article/news/local/wildfire/wildfire-burns-rowena-columbia-river-gorge/283-b28b3cea-316b-4cc7-9556-bc524d64f64f

The sentencing of Chauvin was a travesty of political dimension, with the ‘judge’ caving in to racist catcalls and rioting threats if blm was not catered to and the floyd family placated. {Justice} was not done. The whole george floyd charade, and subsequent kangaroo court is a blight on America’s Justice System. When the blm organization controls how {judges} make a ruling, Madam Justice has been replaced with mob rule – and that is what is happening; https://www.thewrap.com/derek-chauvin-sentenced-22-years/

That a known felon/drug user-dealer was caught in the act of yet another felonious act … and hailed as a freaking messiah, is laughable if it weren’t so tragic. America has lost it’s mind to blm lunacy.

That a known rabid racist and race-baiter, keith ellison is even given 1 second to vent his spleen on this issue is proof justice has been replaced with mob rule.

The floyd family was glorying in their “moment” – repleted with floyd’s 7-year-old-daughter being coached in how to play to the sympathies of the demonrat supporters. And the bought-n-paid-for {Judge} was preening for the media.

The whole thing has been a sham for as long as covid hysteria has been a sham. Both are shameful undertakings.

An exorcism for dead trees took place in a PA Home Depot store; https://patch.com/pennsylvania/across-pa/exorcism-home-depot-was-dead-trees-lumber-aisle-police

Media talking heads are continuing to push global warming, citing “heat dome” temperature spike in the PNW – of course you have to pay $$$ to get the information … political hysteria doesn’t come free to the free world.

And yet another china {discovery} – this time it’s not a new man-made-virus … it’s an entirely new man species: the ‘dragon man’. It strikes me as highly suspicious that china has found a new link in the evolution theory: if china is not destroying mankind … china is continually recreating mankind to fit a propaganda pogrom.

And islam is ready to run with it because islam is all about recreating the view of mankind, too.

china and islam touting {science}: two devious entities, working to bring about a devious end; https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2021/06/stunning-dragon-man-skull-may-be-elusive-denisovan-or-new-species-human

https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2021/6/26/dragon-man-new-human-species-is-our-closest-ancestor

I believe mankind was created in the image of Elohei … Lucifer may have {created} a new species – but Yeshua did not: science is the religion of the world/flesh-minded. I believe Yeshua’s creation, which started with one man (Adam), and one woman (Eve – crafted from Adam’s rib). Anything else is a bastardization of creation, and has absolutely no bearing on mankind’s lineage timeline.

Daily there is so much demonrat political, and ‘scientific’, bullshit to wade through

2021 is not looking any better than 2020.

PIGS ~ Puget Island Garage Sales

Friday morning, I went to the PIGS (Puget Island Garage Sales) – left home at 9:30 AM, got home at 4:30 PM … had supper out Coal Creek at 5 PM.

At one of the places, I stopped at on the island, I noticed the name on the big red barn; so, I said, “I noticed the name on the barn door": and followed that up with a question, asking the fair-skinned, light-brown-haired girl (could have been in her mid-20’s) if she was related to the Boldt’s … and she said, “I’m a Boldt”. I asked which one she belonged to (Art?, Linda?, or John?): she said “I’m Ed Boldt’s granddaughter.” Hmmm. Never heard of an Ed Boldt, and I said so – adding, but there could have been an older boy, I only knew of Art (about Bob’s age), Linda (maybe 3 years older than me), and John (was one year younger than me: I knew John well).

Boldt barn.

About this time, an older woman joined the conversation, saying she was Francis Boldt (Ed’s wife). Then she asked if I knew where Art’s children were living, now; and I said, “Longview”. And quick as the snap of fingers, she said, “No they aren’t.” And I said, “They were last time I saw them – they were hosting a garage sale I went to; in a cul de sac.” She got snippy and said, “Shelly is teaching at the school in Cathlamet.” I just about snapped back at her, saying, “Then why did you ask … and why don’t you ask Shelly where her sisters live now, if Shelly is working on the mainland?” But, I reined myself in: reminding myself that this is Cathlamet and Puget Island: gossips and wasp tongue people thrive in both places – that is why, even though I do miss the area where I spent half of my life with Bob, I feel no luring desire to move back there and dwell among the nests of quick-strike-vipers. I paid for my items, told the younger of Ed’s women I was glad to meet her; (I snubbed the snippy one), and drove on to the next sale.

That was the only sale where I saw a name I recognized.

I hit every sale posted, and totally loaded the backend of the Highlander 😉

I passed on ridiculously high-priced items; like $2 dog-eared-books, $10 small conch shells, $6 shirts, sales where items are priced so mortgages can be paid off, ect.: I can buy these things new for those prices – and I never buy a book over 50 cents … and usually pass by the 50 cents books, too. When I so bargain shopping, I expect bargains; and expect bargain haggling to take place; that’s the fun of garage sales. I went with a specific amount of money to spend budgeted – and came home with $11: just enough for Wednesday Bingo.

I did good 😉

Spendy 2nd hand yarn; I passed. I can buy new yarn at these prices – that has not been sun-bleached and sweaty.

Small area garden tools - perfect for my veggie boxes.

A mini-level; magnetic, too.

Mini-level's magnetic strip.

Household items waiting to be sanitized.

A variety of Christmas Cactus planters waiting to be sanitized; Bazaar prep.

Outdoor 'homey' things, waiting to be sanitized.

Bazaar Baby Model & personal items, waiting to be cleaned.

I did stop at a house I recognized … which is now owned by the people who bought it after Mrs. Nepsund either moved, or died (I didn’t ask).

Bob and Wayne Nepsund went to school/ran around together. Bob met gloria (Bob’s first wife) through the Nepsund’s – Mrs. Nepsund was living with a McNalley, who had a daughter named marsha; who knew gloria – and would invite gloria down to spend the summer months with her. Bob and gloria started dating when gloria was 15, and they eventually got married: Bob was 19, gloria was 16. The marriage was doomed from the start, but Bob stuck it out for 6 stormy years. I know all this because Bob, himself, told me – there were no secrets between us. The marriage ended the first week of July of 1974, and gloria married her ‘boyfriend’ a couple days later ... I know this because I was privy to the unfolding of this period of time; the divorce was not bitter, and Bob and I even went to gloria’s marriage to dale. And gloria, when she heard of Bob’s stepping off Earth, was kind to me – we can never be friends, but we are kind to each other when situations ask it of us.

Bob and I were married in August of 1974: we were a happily unified ‘team’ for 44 years – joined together heart and hip. I miss Bob: my life misses Bob in it.

When I ran into Wayne in 2019, he was sad to hear about Bob’s graduation to Heaven the tail-end of 2018.

Most of the island sales were held by people who had moved there after Bob and I left in 1993 – the visiting was friendly and pleasant, but there were no visits with people either of us had known in the past.

At one sale, on the final lap of the sales (there were 60 around the entire island), I saw a flock of Sandhill Cranes in flight – it was awesome; the white against the blue sky is what caught my eye.

Sandhill Crane flock.

I was pleased with my haul: I came home with everything I had set out to find and bring home. Elohim blessed me abundantly 😊

When I got back home, unloaded the back end of the Highlander with all my second-hand treasures … I drove out Coal Creek to have supper with friends; and found out two people I knew, had recently died.

Mary West-Johnson’s brother, Richard, died. I love Mary – she loved her brother: I pray Yeshua’s peace into her life at this painful moment.

Mark Doumit, who was friends with my brother Mahlon throughout school years in Cathlamet, also died. He was relatively young – 59 is not that old; https://www.thedailyworld.com/news/former-19th-district-legislator-mark-doumit-dies-suddenly-at-59/

And as I was leaving my Coal Creek supper hosts; they took down the super-duper geranium hanging basket in their patio area, to show me where a chickadee had built a small nest and laid four eggs in it.

They have been carefully watering the plant so as not to drench the nest.

Checking on the nest eggs of a chickadee that nested in the geranium basket.

To our utter delight … three hatchlings greeted our eyes!

BABIES! 3 of the 4 eggs hatched while we were eating. How exciting!

And as I was pulling into my carport at home, my ears were tickled with the chirping of the baby birds in the nest box Bob had built for me 😊

My baby birds are a little older, and more vociferous. LOL First heard them 5-11-21.

What a great ending to a good day 😉 

IN THE PINK

Anticipating dangerously escalating sunrays over the next few days, I watered my garden deeply this morning – and I’ll repeat that again, Saturday morning.

102-degrees tomorrow; 111-degrees Sunday: 102 is hot, but we’ve hit higher than that some summers: 111 is unprecedented for our immediate area. Eastern Washington sees those types of temperatures, but here, along the river, we never do. My asthmatic lungs are not going to like the next few days ☹

I’m going to go to the Puget Island PIGS sales (Puget Island Garage Sales) tomorrow morning, bright and early, so I’m back home – relaxing in an air-conditioned environment – before the temperature spike gets dicey … and I plan on sitting on my pampered duff, in the same environment, all day Sunday 😉

After I watered my garden; and shut down the chatty/flirting divorced fella next door - he's okay, I'm just not interested in starting complications with anyone: I tied a translucent stretch cord to the resin Angel pendant I bought at one of last weekend’s garage sales – and hung it from the Highlander’s in-car rearview mirror.

As soon as I saw it, I knew I’d buy it, and hang it in the car.

I believe I have a Guardian Angel; and I believe Angels walk the Earth.

And though Bob, in his new celestial body is not an Angel … though he is in the company of a vast host of Angels, in his new life beyond the clouds; I do believe he rides shotgun with me on my solo lobo venturing drives.

My Special Angel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcDpbBPSpnc

That thought chases the blues away, and keeps my thoughts ‘in the pink’ 😉

I had a chuckle when I finished one book this morning, and chose another from the stack I have stashed in the spare room …

The title seemed to mesh with my unfolding morning, and unfolding new life – not the murderous backstory; but the hope that comes with rebuilding a shattered life.

Angels, Elohim’s Messengers, offer hope.

Around noon, I ran into town to buy some bird feed for the curbside feeder, and picked up reading the new paperback novel again, when I got back home – I read 139 pages without once glancing up.

When I did finally lift my eyes from the printed page, I saw that the day was quickly ending; and the darkening evening sky was swathed in pink: as far as the eye could see.

Friday through Monday is going to be hot, Hot, HOT … but the cooling skyline tonight was cool 😊

A pillar of pink cloud ...

A wing of pink.

The sun setting over the river.

The sun's last kiss goodnight ...

West Longview is 'in the pink'.