HABITAT

The morning’s dense fog dissipated around 1 PM, so I pulled a pair of jeans on – switched out my top, and went for a quick walk along the lower Pacific Way Trail.

Pacific Way Trail from 30th Ave. - 38th Ave from church parking lot; 1.18 mi. one way.

I like that my ‘size down’ jeans are sliding right up and over my hips without getting snagged on {love handles}: those are slowly shrinking (((Thank You, Lord!))) And they should stay shrunk since I’ll be spending less time burning up the highway, and eating along the road route, this year 😉

There are two main reasons I’ll be sticking closer to home this year: (1) I’m actively building community here, in Longview and surrounding 20-mile radius (2) the Social Security Administration is stealing $170/mo. dollars a month now that I am 65 … to pay for {benefits} already paid for, so the government can continue stealing earned income from retired people to fund DC’s War Chest Fund, fund the endless illegals’ illegal {benefits}, and cover junkies’ destructive behaviors which {handicaps} them and their children, thereby earning an undeserved share of the working people’s benefits: that stolen $170/mo. dollars was my traveling money: I earned it. Bob earned it; we worked for it with our blood, seat, and tears. IT IS MINE, and it is being stolen to cover a worthless automatically induced Social Security Medical Coverage (automatically deducted from our monthly income every paycheck of our working life, via FICA), that as we learned when Bob was in hospital dying, will not cover even the basic physician’s charges – even with Bob’s Social Security Medical Coverage, the hospital bills were staggering at half a million dollars, due AFTER the piddling Social Security Medical Benefits figured into the grand total!

I am sure that as 2022 progresses those greedy, deluded, DC bastards in their fenced off/heavily guarded political habitat, will think of more reasons to steal from those of us who have worked and paid for the crappy benefits we are “allowed” to receive – it is what it is; and I believe there is a special place in Hell's habitat reserved for the obamanite demonrats.

Justifiable rant aside, less time on the road means less on-the-road-eating … which means less fat accumulation in the love handles region of my body 😊

And I’m sinking roots into the Cowlitz region; which also requires sticking closer to home to explore those regions.

So, I went for a walk this afternoon, to tone my physical body and balance my emotions - my spirit is housed in this clay vessel; taking care of it, is my responsibility.

And viewed life unfolding, through the lens of my digital camera. It’s an old camera, but it is still functionable; and its video feature does a better job of zoom recording than the iphone.

Little fuzzy-wuzzy making its way in the big, noisy, world around it.

The weather predications on this fuzzy-wuzzy is '50-50', either way ...

Fuzzy-Wuzzie Weather Predications: https://www.canr.msu.edu/news/wooly_worms_and_winter_weather_predictions

Muskrat gnawing on aquatic foliage.

Cohabitation among the wildlife ... people could take a lesson, and LEARN to live together dispite their obvious differences.

Watching the wildlife interaction, I hoped that Americans smarten up, reclaim/retake our great Nation back from the hate-filled/hate-fueled obamanite interlopers, and that the pride of American love reigns again in American hearts, and on American soil from coast to coast.

Surrounded by the soothing sounds of gently rippling water, birdsong twitters, throaty frog trills, questioning duck quacks, the crunch of gravel as bikes and hikers passed me – I thought to myself, “Despite all the DC insanity and outright DC theivery; right here/right now, it really is a wonderful world.”

Louis Armstrong – ‘What A Wonderful World’ song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nGKqH26xlg

DEMONRAT CRACK PIPE INSANITY

I heard about this crack pipe giveaway, on the radio yesterday as I was driving Coal Creek Road.

Tucker Carlson: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10492095/When-Hunter-smokes-crack-does-style-Carlson-mocks-president-crack-pipes-addicts.html

Handing out crack pipes to underserved communities is equity?

This goes under my oft repeated, since the unchecked craziness began in 2020: ”I’m not a conspiracy theorist but…”

Is this the governments way of killing off underserved people?

Is this the government’s way of gaining more control over people?

The obamanite biden coup government is "equalizing" death … and purging the world of "undesirables", who are too drug dazed to realize the obamanites are literally phasing them out of existence.

Though obama's puppet, biden, and the DC obamanite cartel has denied "the rumor" ... NEWSWEEK REPORTS: {The grant information does not mention pipes as part of safe smoking kits or specify what those kits should contain. However, pipes can sometimes be included in safe smoking kits, according to the Associated Press (AP)} 🤔

san francisco and seattle have already started employing this crack pipe kit distribution insanity. I wonder if the recent baseball bat happening can be directly tied to this demonrat {equality} break from reality. The man was charged with “first degree assault” charges – WTF! – how about charging him with what the rest of us would be charged with: ATTEMPTED MURDER.

Man Violently Attacks Woman With Baseball Bat: https://www.king5.com/article/news/crime/man-faces-felony-assault-charge-for-belltown-attack/281-430fca4a-dfe4-40eb-aa78-31f2829e8ef2

How long are Americans going to allow this hellish obamanite demonrat insanity to continue?

I’ve surpassed feeling like I live in the Twilight Zone, since 2009 … with the stolen Presidential Election of 2020, and the placing of dementia boy joe, I feel like Hell has taken over. The DC obamanite demonrats are delusional and so fueled by raw hate – they have had a total break with reality. 

TRYING NEW THINGS

2022 will be about trying new things.

New things in clothing. 

Stepping out in my cheetah boots. 

New things in attitude. 

New ways of getting things done: better time management, and learning to pace myself 😉

I started the day off by going to Keenager’s this afternoon – it was a fun hour, as it always is. I was glad to see that everyone survived Winter illnesses, and avoided covid snares. I took Pam with me, and she enjoyed herself too 😊

When I got home, the temperature was a nice, sunny, 56-degrees; so, I changed my fancy blouse for a tee I don’t mind mucking up, and got busy tidying the front flowerbeds. Other homeowners have already begun pruning, pinching, weeding, ect. …

… but with my lungs, I like to wait until the outside weather is like today.

Huge flocks of geese flew overhead as I stepped outside the front door, but by the time the phone camera focused on the frenzied activity – they were winging into the distance.

The raucous uproar of migrating geese always makes me smile 😉

The geese are returning; I like it, but they are LOUD.

I weeded the front flowerbeds first, since those are the ones viewed the most: and liberally sprinkled Preen fertilizer over the exposed soil, fussed over the sprouting floral foliage, and placed supports where needed (upcoming rains will keep me indoors while the flowers grow up and up; supports need placed now); then I worked my way down the side property line … weeding and preening pots of sprouting tulips, jars of strawberry plants – the apple trees and blueberry bushes – the pots of dahlias, lilies, and lavender. I wrapped the yard work up by tidying the patch of foxgloves in the back of the house, and adding preen to the pots of miniature roses currently under shelter of the car port.

Colorful Primroses are blooming.

Crocuses are sprouting, and blooming.

The sheltered geraniums will be tidied, preened, … and set out in a sheltered section of the car port with the pots of roses to toughen up for their unsheltered placements, later on this month; when Jack Frost takes a hike until Fall 😉

My hands really take a beating when I am dinking around in my flowerbeds and garden area. It’s a good thing I am not a vain woman wrapped up in self-image: I like to feel the earth as I work it, so getting muddy dirt on my clothes and under my nails doesn’t bother me.

My nail polished nails are not looking very 'polished' after cleaning up the flowerbeds.

Salvaged nail job after a thorough cleaning with a soapy nailbrush.

I didn’t really do much more than an hour’s worth of garden chores outside, and that’s okay; enough got done in that short period of time to make a difference in the overall appearance of the lot to satisfy Management, and passersby. At 65, I don’t try to do a month’s work in one afternoon anymore – I’m learning to pace myself productively.

My Christmas Cactuses continue to pump out blossoms – the pink one in full bloom again, the white one with buds sprouting.

My 21-year-old Christmas Cactus has bloomed non-stop since the first of November 2021.

And the flowering slips I potted up in the Fall of 2021 need transplanting – that needs to get done before long because I need the space they occupy now, to start my veggie garden seedlings.

These Christmas Cactus and Geranium transplants will be divvied up and handed out as freebies to friends I’ve acquired in various local Senior Clubs I frequent – both plants will last forever if taken care of.

Christmas Cactus clippings are blooming - and have been labeled with flower colors; pink or white.

The Geraniums need repotting - they have bloomed, been color labeled, and pinched back twice.

My day was fun-filled, and productive: I am satisfied.

My thoughts were geared towards establishing {home} in this place Bob, and Elohim, insist I keep: I am trying a new thing by actually complying.

My evening was ushered in with a colorful flamingo-pink sunset: I am blessed.

Tonight's sunset ... it looks like the sky mimicked the tree top. LOL

The phone picture feature does not do the sunset colors justice; they were more vibrant.

MISTY MONDAY

I had to drive into town this morning to buy a postage stamp for my garden seed order; and to buy a skein of yarn to finish the lapghan I’m crafting as I design it – I won’t use the whole skein, but I can use the remaining yarn in another project 😉

It was misting. The street was damp, but not slick. I drove the backstreet into town to avoid the tire-eater steel plates across the highway.

Tire eater steel plates across highway at Baker's Corner; Ocean Beach Highway.

Steel plate bolts are literally pulling out of the highway ... and will puncture tires.

As I drove Pacific Way, I was hoping the mist would fade away as time slid away, and I could have a reasonably dry 2-mile-walk along the dike (I’m into a size smaller pair of jeans today – whoop-whoop!) …

… so, I drove to JoAnne’s first to get that skein of yarn; then backtracked to 30^th, stopping along the route to make an exam appointment (they can’t get me in until April); and top off the gas tank.

It was still misting as I nosed the Highlander for the Post office.

When I got to the Post office and asked for a stamp – I thought the teller misunderstood me; so, I repeated, “I only need one stamp”; he said. “That will be 58 cents.”

58 cents for one stamp – that is robbery.

But I want those seeds I’ve chosen and ordered: gardening is a full-body workout, and my food is my medicine (I deliberately choose medicinally beneficial food sources).

And, if I’m being totally honest, I like it when I hear, “You are looking good for someone your age” 😊

I’m not embarrassed to say … or to have others know … that I am 65 years old. And I agree – I do look fairly good for someone my age: I’m not a raving beauty, but I’m not a haggish looking crone, either 😉

Medicinal foods and daily exercises keep the whole body healthy, and puts pep in the step; so, I make sure to eat healthy (to keep body and brain functioning well) and to get out for a daily walk (fresh air, limber joints, and cartilage repair).

I’m also eating Supper later in the evening – I know that flies in the face of {scientific data}, but if I eat around 5 or 6 PM … I’m hungry again, and looking for a snack around 8 or 9 PM. So, I eat around 7 PM now. That myth about “drinking water curbs the hunger” is BS; all drinking 8+ cups of water, does for me, is make my stomach feel sloshy: a water-filled stomach will still demand something substantial to fill it, and stave off the late evening hunger prods (mine does anyway); so, I do what is best for ME – no one else is me … my stomach is my own. My stomach does not recognize general scientific hypothesis geared towards curbing a generalized public’s eating habits. I watch calorie intake. I exercise. I eat later in the evening. THIS is what works for ME.

I like the Pacific Way Trail because even though it is “in town”, it is countrified enough (ducks, deer, herons, muskrats, songbirds, turtles, otters, frogs, horses, ect.) to satisfy my country girl heart 😊

Pacific Way Trail from 30th Ave. - 38th Ave from church parking lot; 1.18 mi. one way.

Great Blue Heron with an abundance of chest-feather-plumage.

Great Blue Heron (internet picture).

Great Blue Heron: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Great_Blue_Heron/id

Ring-neck Duck pair.

Ring-Neck Duck; male (internet picture).

Ring-neck Duck; female (internet picture).

Ring-neck Ducks: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Ring-necked_Duck/id

Hooded Merganser Ducks.

Hooded Merganser Duck; male (internet picture).

Hooded Merganser Duck; female (internet picture).

Hooded Merganser Ducks: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Hooded_Merganser/id

Mallard Ducks.

Mallard Ducks; male (internet picture).

Mallard Ducks; female (internet picture).

Mallard Ducks: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Mallard/overview

Before I knew it, the turn-around point of my 2-mile morning walk had come sooner than expected: I didn’t feel that I had walked that distance that quickly, at all!

I guess time flew 😊

Those yellow road signs are posted on 38^th Avenue: time to backtrack to the parking lot on 30^th.

This French Drain adds a pleasant background sound.

The 'Honeycomb School' (Mint Valley Elementary on 38th) playground is quiet; recess is at noon, not 10 AM.

The morning was still misty with foggy dampness – but I walked my morning walk anyway: it wasn’t actually raining. My coat got damp, but it didn’t get soaked.

Driving towards home, on Pacific Way highway, I was nearly clipped by a flatbed truck coming around a blind bend of the road … dangerously hogging my side of the roadway.

Maybe a punctured tire driving the main highway, would have been a better gamble.

Stoner drivers are making WA State roads unsafe.

These close calls seem to be happening more and more frequently, now that there is a pot store on every corner of every city block.

When I got back home, I ate a tasty salad with diced duck eggs added to it; and worked out with my new kettlebell hand weight – I like it 😊

Health Benefits of Duck Eggs: https://www.webmd.com/diet/health-benefits-duck-eggs#1

Kettlebell Standing Abs Workout: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6OiTjUszAY 

KILLER DEER

Apparently, the wildlife did not get the “mask up or be damned!”; and the “get vaccinated or you will kill all of civilization!” mandates memos … they must be Christian republicans 😉

Unmasked and unvaxxed are labeled killers by biden: https://www.azcentral.com/story/opinion/op-ed/ej-montini/2021/07/19/president-joe-biden-right-say-anti-vaccine-proponents-killing-people/8009522002/ns

Unmasked and unvaxxed are labeled killers by Inslee: ALL REFERENCES TO insleeze’s STATEMENTS ON THIS ISSUE HAVE BEEN SCRUBBED FROM THE WEB because he is eyeing the White House, and this would be ‘bad press’: BUT he SAID it.

I wonder how the obamanite puppets, like biden & insleeze are going to {herd} these infected “killers!” who wiggle their noses and tails at them; and prance off into the sunset without a thought at all towards either stolen Office.

Covid infected Deer: https://www.vox.com/science-and-health/22904422/covid-pandemic-deer-animals-spillover-spillback