This morning when I stopped at Baker’s Corner, the employees were chatty: I’d been stopping in regularly since getting out and about solo lobo. We’ve become friends.
I was glad to see the deli is once again in operation. The deli has been closed for a few days, and one employee told me that it was closed because they had no helpers to help – the previous helpers were either fired, quit, or moved to other areas of the store because they couldn’t get the hang of deli operation.
Standing at the checkout counter, another employee commented on the fog … and I said I hoped it would burn off before I reached the KM; she was familiar with the KM – and with the Bone River area, too; which I would be driving on my circular route back home. She said that every time she sees the fog creeping in off the river (or the ocean), she immediately thinks of the zombies coming out of the fog bank in the 1980 ‘The Fog” movie – and I said, “me too!”. We both laughed.
Then we told each other about our personal experiences with the fog patch that shrouds the highway at Bone River; and the ocean winds that blow in off the ocean and literally lift cars, trucks, and vans off the highway and moves them across the lanes. It’s creepy, and downright scary to experience. I told her that I had lost the road at Bone River last week, and if I had to drive through another fog patch this afternoon – and got through safely without a head-on collision, or fighting the icy fingers of ocean fog ghosts, I wouldn’t be driving that way again until Spring. That stretch of highway is risky in the best of weather: I have no intention of dying there this Fall/Winter. She knows exactly what I was talking about, and she told me about her own scary moments there.
We wished each other a good day; and I hit the road for my Naselle Coffee Hour.
Leaving Longview, I saw a hovering fog bank in the near distance.
And the first leg of my journey was delayed by more never-ending road work.
There was no ground-level fog crossing the KM; there was a higher altitude fog layer, but ground level visibility was good. And Jim Dandy wasn’t trolling the highway either. But with the road work delays along the route, I made Naselle seriously behind schedule, so the Coffee Hour was short this morning. But, one of the gals is coming to Longview tomorrow – and she may stop in; she has my address and phone number, so we’ll see what tomorrow brings me. I hope she does – it will be fun 😊
I haven’t had anyone visit my home since this whole covid nonsense started 18 months ago. It will be nice to have convo, laughter, and presence in my home again.
Exiting Naselle, and turning off onto Highway 101, I could see the fog bank was lifting somewhat – and blue sky was starting to show. That was encouraging; maybe Bone River would be clear. I was hoping so as I moved forward.
Blue skies were in evidence as I left the river and ocean regions and drove inland: I was thankful. Since the drive would be clear, I decided to pop in at the Walmart Supercenter in Chehalis – it has been a long while since I was last there; there were some things I was wanting that the Walmart in Longview does not carry.
I was also entertaining the idea of eating Supper at Kit Carson’s Steakhouse – and driving home the Jackson Highway route. I like that drive, and it’s been months since I’ve enjoyed it.
Passing through Pe Ell; biden’s voice came over the radio airwaves … and I pulled over to shut him up with a Bad Company CD.
Hearing biden’s voice literally makes me sick to my stomach: he whines in a lethargic nasal tone, and gets lost in trying to convey what he is trying to say – and everything he manages to spit out without mangling in the attempt to spit it out, is a scripted teleprompt of obamanite proportions.
biden is now claiming that covid is the fault of antivaxxers: since he stole Office, he has been claiming that covid is the result of Trump. biden is certifiable buggy. And have you noticed how his lying mouth takes on a teeth-baring grimace when he goes on the attack about those who do not engage in his mandated goose-stepping lockstep?
biden’s blame game: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKdjHdU7yWU
biden, and his lying cohorts is the real pandemic.
I am not denying the reality of covid – but I am denying what the demonrats are putting out concerning covid. They have all lied from the get-go; and every day they tell another fantastical whopper.
((((I AM NOT GETTING THE VACCINE!)))) 1775 gave me the RIGHT to CHOOSE TO SAY “NO!” to overreaching governing tyrants.
Hospitals are {overwhelmed} because doctors, nurses, EMT’s, and caregivers refusing the vaccine have had their positions terminated.
And valid medical conditions have been {bundled} to secure the covid hysteria, needed to foster the scientific bullshit story.
Nearing Chehalis, I was happy to catch a glimpse of Mt. Rainier as I drove along.
Yesterday, I saw Mt. St. Helens, with a glimpse of Mt. Adams in the background – today I got to see Mt. Rainier: glimpsing 3 of my favorite PNW mountains in a 24-hour period. I am a happy girl!
Walking through Chehalis’ Walmart Supercenter, I found what I was looking for, and found a checkout line that didn’t look a mile long with loaded carts. While standing in line waiting my turn; the lady in front of me and the cashier ringing her stuff up, were engaging in a lively convo about the new covid mandates, our Constitutional Rights/freedoms: in no time at all it seemed, I was included in the convo.
We had a lively and interesting discussion concerning biden’s inability to be a valid voice in our nation’s leadership/fauci’s unethical lies and unbelievability concerning covid issues/American Citizens rights to question and disagree with the heavy-handed political based mandates.
We were friendly allies; talking rebel talk, in the open – and daring anyone listening to make a scene about it. We have the right to speak freely and openly about the ruinous devastation the obamanites are gleefully foisting on America and The People.
We have the right to refuse to cover our faces, and silence our voices.
We have the right to reject the labels obamanites are branding us with.
We have the right to live our lives the way we see fit.
I makes me glad to know that there is a revolution going on: the signs are up on business doors … but they are not being enforced. People are fed up with the endless asinine mandates. America is still the “Land of the Free”, regardless of how much the dimwits embracing communism and socialism wish it otherwise.
America is not europe: America is different than europe. In 1775, we, The People, separated ourselves from european rule and tyrannical mandates. If the obamanite dimwits embracing communism and socialism want to “be European”; they can fricking move to any European country of their choice.
But they cannot force their choice on the rest of us.
The mandates don’t make any sense on any level because covid is a mutant virus designed and created to be a destroyer: the ridiculous mandates are just wisps of the will of whoever is grabbing the limelight; they are political ego trips.
With all the political secrecy and outright “scientific” lies told surrounding the origin of covid, and how it was implemented into the global populace – as well as the political fearmongering being parroted on every media source available 24/7/365; it’s obvious that this virus is not a virus as most people understand viruses. This virus is a malicious, living entity that views humanity as an enemy that it must seek and destroy.
That is the definition of a
weapon.
Covid is a viral torpedo.
We are being played.
We have been deceived.
We are unwilling guinea pigs in political war games.
We have been unwillingly thrust into an inescapable Twilight Zone scenario.
We are told not to question the demigods of the religion of science; and to unwaveringly only trust the yes or no answers parroted to us from the DC deadheads, who have no truth in them.
That may work for the obamanites and their brainwashed minions, but rational thinking independent Americans, are not going to be told to march to the beat of a distorted tune – or be held hostage indefinitely to endless, and aimless, mandates.
biden is illegally installed in the White House (just like obama was).
And fauci’s Pinocchio nose is larger than his entire body.
fauci worships at the alter of science … and obamanite demonrats have catapulted him to the realm of demigod. Weasel-faced-fauci has actually stated in an interview, that he is science: “when you attack anthony fauci, you’re not attacking me – you’re attacking science.”
fauci = science: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-9Aa-O0daw
SO WHAT????
We, as human beings, and FREE Americans; ARE ALLOWED TO QUESTION inconclusive guesswork.
Science is guesswork at best … and an outright lie at worst. We are allowed to question those assumed "educated"{facts}. fauci has proven himself a liar – by his own faulty testimonies concerning covid.
Americans – We, The People, have a looooong History of cleaving to freedom from tyranny.
So, I’m glad to see a revolution in effect.
And, you know, quiet revolutions work just as well as armed ones: steadfast and rock solid truth is way more effective than the fearmongering and bloody violence the obamanites engage in.
I don’t know who the people were that I talked with this afternoon – and that really doesn’t matter. I’d rather not know who they are; that way, if I’m ever handcuffed and interrogated, I can truthfully say I don’t know who they are or where they live.
And, in this current climate of obamanite insanity, that’s how I’m going to live my life. I don’t want to know personal information. I’m going underground, above ground.
Leaving Walmart, I decided to drive home via the Napavine and Vader route; instead of the Jackson Highway route which I previously considered.
Frosty’s is pretty much {original} in structure, with very little changes made (and I like that 😉): the exterior is showing its age … and the interior has been sparingly modified – the atmosphere is family-friendly, but off limits to kids at 9 PM; the service is quick/the servers friendly, the bar is the original bar, the floor is solid wood, the restrooms are clean, and the food is worth driving the distance to enjoy: every night a different meal is featured 😉
FROSTY’S: https://www.chronline.com/stories/big-growth-bigger-heart,227902
As soon as I walked into the building, I saw that the seat tops had been placed back atop the stool bases: they’ve been off since the first round of covid mandates.
But, today, it looks like the owners and customers are giving insleeze a big “Hell NO” salute.
I felt right at home 😊
I ordered Frosty’s tasty Garlic Fries, and a Rueben Sandwich; I ate half of the sandwich, and some of the fries there while reading my book … and the rest is in the ‘fridge, now; to be eaten tomorrow, sometime 😉
I may be a rebel … but I’ve been good about sticking to calorie intake and body upkeep 😉
Topping the tank downtown before parking in the carport at home, I noticed that gas prices have gone up another 5-cents: that may not seem like much … but it adds up quick as the gallons are pumped into the tank.
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