ATTITUDE OF POSITIVE EXPECATION

The months are getting longer, but the days are getting shorter.

The shorter days are getting cooler.

Fall is arriving – tomorrow is actually the First Day of Fall.

So, this morning while drinking my morning coffee, I ran a list of things through my thoughts that have to get done before frost arrives; last year Jack Frost came early, and I’m hoping to outwit him this year 😉

It’s a tight-rope walk. The nights are definitely cooling down – but the afternoons are still quite warm (mid-70’s to upper 80’s). So, while drinking my coffee and contemplating what needs doing, I decided to wash the spotty dust off the car: surprise rainfall at surprising locales on my drives had pitted the dusty residue (from dusty gravel driveways) on the Highlander. It needed washing. I may be able to get another washing in … but if sneaky Jack decides to repeat what he did last year, at least the car got washed today; before frosty weather makes it dangerous to do so until warmer Spring days.

After that task was completed, I hauled the garbage bins back from the pick-up curb. I also took the pruning shears out of the shed and gave the decorative maple tree out front a trim; new-growth-limb suckers were looking unattractive – and overhanging limbs were seriously overstretching the curbside. All that needed to be cut back. I took out some dead limbs, too: and ended up promptly filling the emptied garbage bin half full, again. Oh well …

Then, I gathered all my potted geraniums off the front porch and trimmed those back so they fit nicely into their overwintering bins placed in the carport breezeway. I transplanted the trimmings and set them in a livingroom window, so I have ‘spares’ if some of my potted plants die (some do, no matter how safely they are stored); some of the original red flowering stock is 29 years old; the fancier strains are somewhere around 10 years old: nothing lasts forever – eventually things need to be replaced with younger stuff 😉

After placing the transplants in the window bin, I noticed that one of my cactuses have blossomed! It’s early, but it’s nice to see 😊

Geranium transplants.

Early-blossoming White Christmas Cactus.

Tonight, is the night I drive across the boundary line, and spend time with my Kelso friends – I was pushing it timewise: I had just enough time to wash the dirt out from under my fingernails (the polish was ruined, and no time to fix that), and wash/dry my hair, before I had to rush out of the house and across town.

I like spending time with these new friends … and there’s space for them in my life because I am currently rearranging some things in my life. And that’s okay. Life is always changing course, and we have to go with the flow: things change, people change – life goes on.

Different Depths of Love Post:

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/09/different-depths-of-love.html)

It was a busy day today.

It was a day rife with an attitude of positive expectations.

It was a day of satisfied accomplishment, and self-encouragement, that feeds hope for this new life of mine.

DEMONRAT ELITIST HYPOCRISY

Yesterday, I heard on the Highlander’s radio (it sounded like carly simon was speaking – or rather, complaining) about the “injustice of losing our peace, here.”

Welcome to reality, princess your music is great; your politics stink.

From what I could make out … the elitists demonrats, communists, socialists, and other forms of deadhead morons do not like – at all – the policies, practices, and {laws} they insist the rest of us live by.

My opinion on the matter? Let the people of Martha’s Vineyard (you know: the rich and privileged, as well as the clintons, the obamas, the pelosi’s, the bidens, ect.) experience real life firsthand … the life they insist we all must conform to and live to be considered “compassionate, kind, gentle people”.

‘Crisis’ on Martha’s Vineyard doesn’t hold a candle to what’s coming: https://thehill.com/opinion/immigration/3653858-crisis-on-marthas-vineyard-doesnt-hold-a-candle-to-whats-coming/ 

They get no sympathies from me – they wanted this influx; let them learn how to deal with their wishes and demands they forced on the rest of America.

Elitist Crybabies: https://www.masslive.com/politics/2022/09/federal-lawsuit-filed-against-florida-governor-alleges-sending-migrants-to-marthas-vineyard-was-fraudulent-and-illegal-scheme.html

DISASTROUS ELITIST {SOLUTIONS}

The elitist {solutions} really make my temper rise – it’s always a situation being forced on society that they themselves would not tolerate.

So, here’s my solution:

How about locating the homeless camp and vagabond trailer inhabitants in the parking lot of City Hall ... and in the Mayor's back yard? That sounds like a {reasonable} solution.

That way, the local keystone cops can monitor them – and the deadbeat demonrat “leadership” can personally identify with The People; as they always claim to do.

If the foolishness below is actually passed into law, I WILL NOT be taking my business downtown. If I wanted to experience a walk through violent and mindless junkies, diseased prostitutes, and hordes of mental cases that have been turned out of institutions and left to wander aimlessly on the streets … I’d move to Portland, Seattle, L.A., New York – or across the Pond, to Amsterdam, Sweden, France, or London.

The elitist-mentality “solution” to an issue they created IS NOT OKAY!

Three years ago, the city council tried to establish a tent city homeless camp in Willow Grove; MY backyard. That was shouted down, and so then the city council started demanding large tracts of private land be opened up for “Development” of low-income apartment buildings and trailer courts along the west-end of Ocean beach Highway: again, MY backyard. No one bothered to ask me if I wanted to live next door to prison parolees, no-jail-term druggies, violent pimps and diseased prostitutes, or the violent and aimless wandering mental cases that roam Washington State since the mental institutions were closed and shuttered. I DO NOT. And if the governor of this state … the mayors of this state … and local leadership does not have to, then neither do I.

There are Shelters for the homeless: the people in homeless camps do not want to adhere to the simple rules of those shelters – what makes the asinine state {leadership} morons think they will adhere to societal rules, when it is blatantly clear they already do not.

Catch-and-release nonsensical arrests to junkies is the height of nonsense; and does nothing to make life “easier” for anyone. Drugs kill. And so do junkies when desperate enough – putting them back on the street only increases the threat of danger to ALL of society.

The skin trade has always been present in society … but it has not always been front and center, except in the lowest levels of cities – has ALL of America become that low, since the 2009 obama coup (now continuing via biden)?

People with serious mental issues should be cared for by professionals trained to deal with the issues, instead of being left to aimless wander the streets putting themselves – and others – at risk.

The elitist-mentality of demonrat political “solutions” to societal issues they created, IS NOT OKAY!

While I applaud the governors of Texas and Florida for their bold moves in forcing accountability from the DC deadheads, and their local governing counterparts … I am angry that I am forced to accept the deterioration of MY State because insleeze insists on making Washington State a ‘sanctuary state”. I was not asked how I feel about his decision: he just rammed it through to fit his warped political agenda.

On the West Coast, we are literally watching civilization crumble, as the political nonsense escalates.

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Tomorrow the Longview City Council is proposing to move half of the Alabama homeless camp to the parking lot directly behind MiLL CiTY GRiLL. This is the lot that you all park in to support our business and other downtown businesses. This is the lot our staff parks in and walks through after dark. This lot is in a business district.

The City Council is also proposing to turn the 1140 Commerce lot into homeless parking lot for sleeping in vehicles and trailers. This lot is in between many reputable businesses. This lot is in a business district.

Recently The City Council voted in agreement to limit nonprofit and social service providing through zoning. This entire area is a zone for conducting business, for profit, for commerce.

Our downtowners have worked diligently over the last ten years to revitalize our beloved downtown. If this is voted through it will sabotage our efforts and damage the reputation that we have been successfully repairing.

WILD THINGS

I had planned on spending time with friends at Oak Point this afternoon, but as I was finishing up my makeup, I got a phone call – David was driving to the Beach to pick up a fish order and was wondering if I’d like to join him: (((YES!))) and thank you 😊

D: “Hey, what’cha doing?”

Me: “Getting ready to drive out to Oak Point; why?”

D: “Is that something you can change? I have to drive to the beach, and I could use some company; wanna come along?”

M: “Sure … I could do that – a drive to the beach sounds fine.”

D: “Okay; see you in a few minutes.”

I had been hoping to get to the beach before the weather turns, and this call was a golden opportunity. I had time to get my hair done before the doorbell rang.

Pink & glittery, from head to toe.

My new friends out at Oak Point would just have to understand when I explain about today’s no-show.

When David picked me up, he jokingly teased, “Aren’t you ever home?” And I replied with a smile, “Not if I can help it” (I have every day of the week booked with out-of-house activities) 😊

I asked him to drop by Pam’s house so I could give her the salad greens she would be making supper salad with – I was supposed to go out there around 1’noon to visit and stay for a fried chicken supper with her and her family, but since I didn’t think I’d be back from the Beach by 1 PM, I needed to tell her that. David drove out there, and Pam understood.

Ilwaco from Longview; 1 hr 21 min (66.2 mi) via US-30 W

Fish Wholesaler at Ilwaco Landing.

I had no idea tuna were big, fat, fish!

I was curious about the long, skinny fin ... so I went online at home to see what it looks like when it's not frozen solid.

Underwater Tuna:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-R-wXScoA0)

We did the loop drive (going in the back way, and coming back home driving the scenic highway way) past houses, side roads, restaurants, ect. … we did mental kickbacks, and shared our separate memories about spending time at each place; these are milestones in our lives – the crazy wild time of youthful teen years spent at the Beach, and in all the little hamlet towns in between: people we knew lived in the houses/grew up in those houses, and got married in those houses – and we played ‘remember’? Stopping for a sandwich in Longbeach, David pointed to a building across the street with fancy-stained glass windows, and said, ‘That used to be a pretty nice restaurant; now it’s a Hotel’. When we drove past Doug and Steve’s Grandma’s old house in Graysriver, I asked David if he ever sees anyone from our old crowd, he said, ‘I saw so and so recently, and my son works with them now’: I told him that ‘Bob’s niece’s ex-boyfriend’s father is married to so and so … so, in a half-assed way, Bob’s sister and her daughter is kinda-sorta related to so and so’. Leaving Graysriver, we reminisced about his Aunt Susie’s property on Fossil Creek Road – I remembered David married his first wife, Marla (my best friend as long as she walked this Earth; our kid’s grew up together – and later when she had her second son, my granddaughter spent time with him when she came to visit. I miss her ☹), in his Aunt’s house (Bob and I went to the wedding); David told me about all the summer’s he would spend there while growing up. He said that Graysriver is his happy place – it holds a lot of good memories for him; and I told him that I feel the same way (I make the drive from here to there every week, as long as weather permits and the KM is not sliding).

We got back to Longview a little past 1 PM, so I could still drive out to Pam’s and enjoy time spent in the country with good friends 😊

David and Pam & Frank are friends from my youth and teen years. They were quick to circle the wagons around me after Bob’s graduation to heaven: and they stuck. Spending time with either (today, I got both!) is a blessing. I’m glad Elohim made time for both today.

And I got to experience a bit of wild life during the beach trip (frozen tuna and youthful memories), and again, out Cold Creek after Supper 😉

While chatting on the patio with Pam and the guys, a doe and her yearling fawn dropped in for a quick bite, too 😊

Mama doe and this year's youth, keeping the grass trimmed.

Always lending an ear to perceiving danger.

And, while watering my thirsty outside plants after I got home … I spotted my furry friend, trying to blend in with the neighbor’s sideline fence.

Another visit by my furry friend; home.

Rabbit! Post:

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022_08_11_archive.html)

Today was a good day 😊