REBEL THURSDAY

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.

A foggy start to the day ...

Continuous road work on Ocean Beach Highway; no end in sight.

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.

Fog bank hovering over Naselle River.

Bone River clear! And no high ocean winds, either. Yippie!

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.

Walmart Supercenter from Pe Ell - via WA-6 E; 30 minutes

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 just turn biden off - his voice and lies hurt my ears.

biden's dog doesn't hunt. he's pushed the scientific lies too vigorously for too long.

I am done with the political bullshit; both sides of the aisle.

((((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.

Mt. Rainer's peak, peeking out of the clouds.

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.

I had an interesting shopping trip this afternoon ...

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. And covid is a wily weaponized opponent.

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.

I don't believe covid will ever be conquered. I also believe the demonrats know that, too.

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.

I've been a rebel from the get-go. I'm going to do what's best for ME with MY life.

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 in Napavine.

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

Frosty's hours of business.

Frosty's Specialty Suppers; Mon thru Sun.

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.

Barstool tops removed. 7-23-20

But, today, it looks like the owners and customers are giving insleeze a big “Hell NO” salute.

Business is back in business at Frosty's. 9-9-21

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 😉

Frosty's special Garlic Fries, with a Rueben Sandwich, on the side.

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.

Gas prices have gone up again. 9-9-21

SW Gas Prices. 8-17-21

GOLD LINING DAY

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.

(https://www.disc-kuwait.clinic/piriformis-syndrome/)

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.

Blue Moon’ song lyrics: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyP3LdVGuzI)

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.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDshCf7CQFM)

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.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGlL2BzEhCo)

I don't get bogged down in the world's woes.

Life on Earth is temporal.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqHTHqM4q08)

I'm not responsible for everybody that walks the Earth; I am not God.