FULL MOON FLIRTATIONS

The full moon is beautiful tonight!

I wish I could capture its beauty with my camera; but I can only get a reflection that does not truly do it justice ;-)

I could look at the full moon all night long ...

I was passing through the kitchen when I caught a glimpse of the full moon overhead :-)

The moon was surrounded by gauzy clouds swirling around it; but I could clearly see the craters, pits, and grayish areas of the moon surface ... so far away - yet so close. And so mesmerizing.

It keeps calling me back under the skylight, to be bathed in more moonshine :-)

Always - always connected.

The moon pulls my heart strings, in a way the sun never can.

I can sit and watch the moon all night long: there were nights when Bob was working full moon nights, I'd drive to the top of KM mountain, park the car on the shoulder ... roll the moon roof back, and just sit there drinking coffee and watching the night sky with the full moon as main attraction.

I'd pull in the driveway about a half hour before Bob did ... and he never even knew I'd been gone. My night time flirtations with the moon, was the only secret I ever kept from Bob ;-)

I do love the moon in all its magnificent brilliance.

BACK ALLEY BUSINESS

This morning, just before lunch time, I received a phone call telling me my taxes had been duly tallied, recorded, and sent off to Uncle Sam; refund coming sometime this Spring.

I said I’d get dressed (I was lazing around in my pj’s 😉), and be downtown in about 45 minutes.

When I got downtown, I couldn’t find a parking spot … I drove around the same block 4 times before finally finding an open spot a block up the street; I called mz. taxperson, and told her I’d have to hoof it backtracking a block, and meet her out front of her building – she said, “meet me in the alley.” The elevator to her building is situated by the building’s back door, hence the alley meetup.

So, that’s what I did.

Mind you, a backstreet alley is dicey, even in broad daylight: but, I had no choice.

No mask – no chance of being admitted inside.

Never mind that I’d be handing her a check with my “infected” hands … the mask is a political thing; it doesn’t have to make sense to get people to buckle under the pressure: it just has to be sold to them by as much fear-mongering as possible, until they have been sufficiently brainwashed into obeying, and making sure you obey also.

I don’t obey the mandates.

I enjoy my God-given, and my Citizen’s RIGHTS.

So, no inside admittance: meet her in the alley.

Thank the Lord it was not raining this afternoon.

So, I backtrack a block, zig-zag to the alley access, and walk the entire length of that block to the arranged ‘pick up point’.

As soon as I reached the back door to her building; the door pops open, she steps out, I hand her the money fee agreed upon … and she hands me a large manila envelope.

All totally innocent … the whole thing looking like a shakedown.

And as I was walking back up the alley, towards my car another block away, a man, doing his business (who knows what!) in the opposite alley across from me, bounces off the alley dumpster and staggers in my direction.

Like I said; alleys are dicey, even in broad daylight.

I wrapped my hand into a fist around my backpack purse straps (a make-do-weapon, if need be), and kept walking until I reached the safety of my car.

Longview is not what it was before the mayor turned it into a prison release/welfare magnet. Things have changed in this neck of the woods. The streets … any time of the day, are not anywhere you want to be walking alone.

Especially in alleys.

But what can you do when you have to do business with the world; a world that cover’s it’s face with a worthless strip of fabric – and closes its eyes to the political games that truly do endanger lives?

I will be driving back into town tomorrow for another cloak & dagger meetup – hopefully it will not include another edgy alley hook up 😉

AND … SO IT STARTS

Already the fb team trolls are on the prowl. 

So, it starts.

Again.

The next 1,402 days are gonna be “fun” (not!)

I went through this the 8 years of the first obama coup, with zuckerberg sucking up … and being at the White House … under obama’s sooty wings every chance he got.

Why should obama’s 3^rd coup not be run the same way?

Their play book always reads the same, with the same scenario – same shifty characters; same whining script, same outcome.

I’ve been expecting it – and as usual, the obamanites never disappoint: they are always right on cue. 

Delusional. 

Tyrannical.

Maniacal.

Expected. 

Zuckerberg, obama’s personal lapdog, has political ambitions (https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2017/jan/03/mark-zuckerberg-facebook-2017-resolution-visit-us-states)

Social Medias Coordinated Bully Tactics (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpN2XbprknQ)

Of course, they will fail, but they will drag us all through Hell before they are reined in and spanked soundly.

And, like all brats, globally: they will start screaming about the abuse of spanking, and how they hate the spankers.

Cry me a fricking river!

They are about to get a divine spanking – and their god, Lucifer, will not be able to stop it: HE will get getting the spanking of his life, also.

I, personally, believe humanity has tipped the balance with the wickedness that demon, obama, put in motion.

I don’t think there will be a recoup of scorched earth … the vast majority do not want to repent, or turn this sinking ship around; America will go down with the rats that sunk her.

Is America Beyond Repair? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctLsqa2m17w)

I believe Elohim has spoken. 

And far too few listened.

Judgment Day is arriving … and who will be able to stand?

MOVING ON & MOVING FORWARD

Today was a day happenings and changes.

Last night I was contacted by 2 local ladies selling their eggs – I will buy from both of them.

One sells chicken eggs … the other sells chicken and duck eggs; I will buy chicken eggs from the first one, and cuck eggs from the second one. I prefer country eggs rather than store bought eggs. Both ladies’ eggs are truly organic (I quizzed them both), as opposed to the store’s interpretation of ‘organic’. Free range chickens are not organic if they have been vaccinated, and are eating feed with hormones/chemicals in it.

I had chickens, myself, for several years: I made my own feed to keep it purely organic – and I never vaccinated my chicks. After we went urban, Bob would help me scout for farm fresh eggs, and 2 or 3 cartons to get us from paycheck to paycheck.

After Bob passed, our egg suppliers seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth: maybe they moved. Or maybe they just stopped raising chickens. At any rate; they were g.o.n.e. S, I made due with store bought ‘organic’ eggs, but I prayed for farm fresh eggs 😉

These contacts are direct answer to prayer 😊

Also, the duck eggs will be rich in iron (which, with my severe anemia, I need), and they are also anti-inflammatory food: BIG PLUS!

They are not on the chart shown, but I am happy to include them in my diet – I have been hankering to try duck eggs, and Yeshua provided.

And the first thing I did this morning, was drive into town to drop off my tax refund information. This will be the last year I will ever have to file: what I dropped off to be dealt with is leftover from last year’s tax withholding on my Social Security check (nothing is being withheld anymore). I believe the stimulus checks are also being included in the taxing; if the demonrats did not totally destroy the economy with their bogus need to shut everything down to push their political agendas forward, there will be no more of those.

So, for now, the taxes have been taken care of. Of course, I will not see a return until March or April sometime due to the mess in DC; but Uncle Sam has been squared away 😉

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djPRz4rnm8I)

And Uncle Sam is not the only money grubber … supermarkets and grocers are getting in on the action too. Supermarkets & Grocers will sell plastic bags at five cents per bag. Customers will also be encouraged to use Walmart-branded reusable bags, made from recycled material and sold at a discounted rate of 25 cents. Walmart currently charges 97 cents for reusable bags and will sell its new reusable bags at a loss. Walmart will continue to offer customers single-use plastic bags for free.

Last Year Washington State Legislation passed the ban on single use plastic bags. This was supposed to take effect Jan. 1 2020 but inslee put a temporary hold thru January on it due to the pandemic and the struggle for stores to procure others types of bags. This includes the little plastic bags that you put your produce in.

Also, I decided to get out of every FB Widow Group & Social Group – every widowing groups has promoted covid-related-widows(ers) to “special status” … and every social group is so afraid of being labeled {racist} and {conspirator} by the FB {team}, that there is literally no talk in most groups – just silly memes and aimless chatter. And trolls reporting people. I don’t need that in my life … I don’t want that in my life.

People have lost their minds in the obamanite world. 

So, I left them to stew in their paranoid juices. 

And the widow groups are stuck on mourning.

I don’t want to be dragged backwards.

I intend to move forward.

I may not know where I am headed, but I know I’m not going backward.

I’M BACK ~ And Not A Minute Too Soon

As those of you who have been reading my Blog every day know … the window shade in the back room came down, Sunday morning – practically on my head (but for quick thinking); and yesterday I bought this cute little red drill to help me in getting it back up.

A few minutes ago, I stopped procrastinating ... and got to work :-)  

I took my step-stool-ladder into the back room; then gathered my charged drill (inserted drill bit required; practiced insert-withdraw feature: no pun intended), yellow plastic screw anchors (to stabilize screws in the compromised drywall), hammer (to tap anchors in place; prayed I would not tap too hard causing plaster damage) … and my compromised confidence (that seemed to have flown when Bob’s spirit left Earth) … and walked all this back to the back room, too.

Armed with my little red cutie, I took a deep breath and stepped up …

This is the bracket Bob put up in the summer of 2017.

It snapped the other day.

Broken bracket that needed replaced.

I handled my little drill like a pro; and the screws came out without causing wall damage  ;-) 

And I whooped with joy when I saw that Bob had had foresight.

THANK YOU, BABE!

I had thought I'd need to slip these things into place once I retrieved the screws from the broken bracket ...

I did not have to replace the screw anchors; and I didn’t cry when I saw Bob’s mark on the wall. My nose did burn – but the tears did not flow.

The newer bracket did not match up 'exactly' – so, I just switched screws and "got 'er done".

Brackets switched out. 

I did it! (((I))) D.I.D.I.T.

Blind back in place.

Thank YOU, Yeshua! The quick-fix-sheet curtain will come down; and the valance will go back up.

I was practically dancing on the top tier of my little step-stool-ladder. 

I felt like my old self.

Actually ... I DID feel like my old self.

I had been locked in a brain fog for 24 months, missing Bob – but, I’m back on track now.

I can feel ((((all)))) of ME returning. I gave myself a few mental high-5's ... not too prideful, but a little but prideful ;-)

I am glad the old me is returning - I've missed Me.

COWEEMAN RIVER TRAIL HIKE

I went to bed last night thinking of the dike trail at Kelso’s Tam O’Shanter Park; so, when I woke up this morning, I decided to do that … I haven’t been there in 2 years; last time I was there, Bob and I walked it with our little grandson (who is not so ‘little’ anymore). I miss them both so much ☹

I also decided to pop in at Lowe’s and see what kind of drills would be available/suitable for me to use handily 😉

I found one!

It may not look like much, but it will do what I need it to do 😊

I bought a little drill this morning.

Crossing the bridge from Longview to Kelso (near the Longview Courthouse), I saw a Bald-Headed Eagle sitting in one of the riverside trees watching the river; so, it is fishing the river, like the sea lions 😉

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/01/sea-lions-riverside-dike-hike.html)

I parked in the middle parking lot of Tam O’Shanter Park, and climbed the access trail to the dike’s graveled trail … and began to reacquaint myself with the sights, and sounds I have neglected these past 25 months of solo lobo adjustments.

And, seriously; no one I talked with, seemed to know which river this was … or what trail (though it is an actual 4 mile hiking trail) this was (I researched it when I got home to find out the correct river and hike 😉).

Though Bob and I had been coming here off and on for decades, I always referred to it as “the Tam O’Shanter Dike Hike” … and Bob never corrected me; though I am sure he knew which river this was.

Bob knew everything about Washington and Oregon: e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

He never got lost – because he always knew where he was. All I had to do was describe where I wanted to go, and he would get me there – without my use of correct terminology 😉 He knew the landscapes. And he knew the correct names, because when he discussed them with other people, he would use the correct terminology.

Bob humored me – a lot: my quirkiness did not annoy him.

But now, I am learning how to get around on my own. And I am wising up as to what is what, and where that what is located.

I noticed that this river does not get muddy, like the Cowlitz, in Lexington, does.

That is a plus, in this hike’s favor.

Elohim blessed me, and I was able to start and end my walk without getting wet 😊

Bufflehead Duck pair.

Bufflehead duck. Male.

A fork in the river ...

The river fork.

A Mallard pair. And a picnic spot on the dike trail.

Bachelor Drake. I teased him that he should fly over to the Pacific Way Trail on 48^th, in Longview, and find himself a mate 😉

The river forks again, by the picnic spot.

(https://tdn.com/lifestyles/the-tranquil-coweeman-has-a-unique-history/article_e195ab70-4993-11e3-8666-001a4bcf887a.html)

Duck Nesting Site.

A lot of geese swim this river; I’ll have to come back later on, and see if they also nest here.

Coweeman River Trail Locale layout.

Trying to figure out exactly which trail hike this is ... NO ONE seems to know!

The Three Rivers Mall, this side of the freeway.

I didn’t walk any further; I only did about a 2.5 mile walk this morning. If I had continued, the trail would have taken me past the Mall, across the freeway, past DQ … and under several I-5 overpasses before I reached the tail end at Talley Way N (which is an Industrial Business Park).

Bob & Precious, when we last walked the entire length: March 2007

I don’t think I’ll ever go that far on my own, again – not because I can’t, but because with all the transit evidence and graffiti on the overpass concrete that was evidenced the last time Bob and I went that far … I would not feel comfortable going it alone, without a being part of a group of hikers.

I no longer walk with a big, tall man – or a long, husky wolf.

I walk alone now.

Plus, as the trail passes under several I-5 overpasses – and flanks the busy freeway, the exhaust fumes would irritate my asthmatic lungs … that are 14 years older than the last times they had traveled that way.

Coweeman River Trail: lower end, on the way to Talley Way Industrial Park tail end.

I have to be more careful, now. 

Bringing my thoughts back from past memories, I pulled my eyes off the graveled trail fading into the near distance …

… left the graveled dike trail; and was lazily walking back to the car, when I spotted this gorgeous deep purple leaf on the sidewalk.

I love finding purple leaves; they are so rare in these parts.

A definite repeat.

When I got home, I searched the shed for screw sleeves (found some), and got busy charging my little drill.

Had an emotional moment at home digging through Bob's toolbox in the shed.

Also cleared the tool box of some things Kerry may be able to use.

Drill plugged in.

Bob had BIG drills, that were heavy and bulky (he was a big man with big hands); so, in the Spring of 2019, I cleared the shed of all Bob’s saws, drills, sledge hammers, axes, ect.: everything that was to heavy or bulky for me to use … and stuff I can’t use here in the Park. I felt a little like I was giving Bob’s life away – but I knew the things I gave to Kerry were going to a good home, where they would be used and appreciated. I don’t think Bob’s son, Alex, will use any of it; he just wanted it, so I gave him quite a bit before I said, “Okay, that’s enough now, no more. There is still Stacey, Alyna & Azariah to think about, too; they may want some of what’s left”. That pissed him off – and I haven’t heard from him since. The silence is golden.

Tomorrow, I’ll see if the drill has been charged enough – and if I am brave enough – to tackle the window shade, and get it in place. My main concern is somehow ruining the plaster on the wall, and making a mess of something that seems so simple to do.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/01/i-can-do-this-i-hope.html)