PERIOD OF TESTING

It’s a good thing I like the Book of Job – it’s my “go to” Book when life gets tipsy-turvy.

All day long … too bad we can’t just cut to the chase and embrace the end result 😉

I was up at 4:30 AM: I had gone to be early the night before, and I just couldn’t sleep any longer.

I changed the sheets on the bed, showered, dressed – and even had time to paint my fingernails before leaving the house for Fellowship.

I was feeling pretty accomplished; and thinking about a Pumpkin Spice Latte as I rounded the backend corner of Highlander … and was brought up short with a gasp, and a quick frustration.

This was how I parked the Highlander last night, after topping the gas tank.

This is what greeted my eyes this morning as I rounded the back end of the Highlander. 7:50 AM.

candy scott does not vet new Park tenants - she just passes them in because she personally knows them.

candy and her pals must be demonrats – they show all the signs of devilry.

I top the gas tank $40.00 a trip ... I am on the road practically every day of the week.

The thieves did not get any of my gas; thank You, Yeshua!

The thieves have no fear; they know there will be no repercussions because they have it 'in' with the {manger}.

The Park is in a downward spiral with candy at the helm.

It would be so easy to get furiously angry with candy for her lackadaisical managing of the Park, but frankly I’m burned out on hot anger towards her for (1) my husband’s death, which she played a huge part in (2) her lax attitude when it comes to background checks on new tenants here – that is part of the Rules/regulations of this Park; a Manager’s responsibility (3) she is a sneaky, conniving, bullying thief herself … having her get after the thieves running rampant in this Park would be worthless: they are probably people she personally knows.

I had to be careful of my thoughts this morning, as I left for Fellowship.

Matthew Ward – “Moment By Moment”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN7AYTE2C0U

In this solo lobo life I live now, it’s a tightrope walk mentally, and spiritually, when it comes to dealing with candy and her ghetto minded cohorts.

I intend to get to Heaven: I can’t let being angry with candy 24/7/365 keep me from the goal.

Matthew Ward – “Trust In You”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDhvVCTdGmk

candy believes in karma.

I can let karma deal with her.

I saw the opened gas tank.

I got peeved; then gave it to God.

she won’t be able to tune Him out.

candy believes in karma.

I can let karma deal with her.

I thanked Elohim that I still had a full tank of gas as I drove to Fellowship.

The drive was lovely, with gently falling leaves. And the air was crisp, with a hint of Fall on the gentle breeze.

I was excited to be excited about Fall again: Fall was always my favorite time of year, but since Bob went into ER in the Fall of 2018 – and passed from this life to the next in the Winter of 2018; I haven’t felt anything but profound sadness when Fall comes around. Today, I was actually enjoying the swirling falling leaves, and tipping my nose to the Fall scent on the breeze.

My life is being infused with life again.

Fellowship was enjoyable, too.

I always enjoy time spent with people who love God as much as I do 😊

After Fellowship, I thought I’d change the drive home scenery, and enjoy driving the Astoria-Rainier loop drive home instead of the Raymond-Pe Ell loop I’ve been doing for months.

That turned out to be another surprise I wasn’t prepared for.

There was back-to-back slo-mo traffic on the Astoria-Meglar Bridge: traffic was backed up the entire 4-mile length … from the WA side, to the Or side.

Back-to-back slo-mo traffic on the Astoria-Meglar Bridge, this afternoon.

Stuck on the bridge in snail mode traffic.

Please don't let traffic stall at the high point of the bridge ...

And I got stuck for about 5 minutes at the tip-top!

Apparently, Elohim thought I needed a lesson in viewing that slice of Earth’s vantage view from the crow’s nest height of the Bridge.

I didn’t agree.

But what do I know of the outcome of that unwanted lesson?

I don’t mind being a BadAss … but I really hate the testing.

To my left; ships waiting to dock.

To my right; where I will eventually get to – Warrenton Shopping Complex.

Stuck on the bridge, my palms were sweaty on the steering wheel – deep water terrifies me … and I was literally stranded on the longest bridge in North America; and it spans seriously deep water (196 feet depth!) that leads to the Pacific Ocean. A sudden Pacific Ocean storm could slam the bridge with 150 mph winds.

I was not happy to be stopped on that bridge for any length of time!

I had kept wiping my sweaty hands on my skirt. It was rayon fabric: it was not a very good sweat absorbing fabric.

I prayed. 

A lot. 

I hate that bridge. 

A lot.

I was thankful when traffic started crawling forward again – and I was thankful Elohim mercifully graced me to get through that testing time without a panic attack. I get antsy being confined in any area without an escape route.

I’ve been over that bridge several times solo lobo since Bob graduated to Heaven … but this was the first time I was stranded on it (bottom and top) without Bob’s calming presence beside me.

Yeshua got me through 😊 

There was no wreck on the bridge: traffic was just not flowing smoothly due to cross-traffic at the bridge’s exit, in Astoria.

God will keep the minds/lives of those who love Him in perfect peace (Isaiah 26:3) – and He will make them to lie down is peace and safety (Psalm 4:8).

The flat tire (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/history.html).

Dudley Doright/Jim Dandy (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/jim-dandy-to-rescue.html & https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/09/gold-lining-day.html).

The scott’s (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/stay-my-hand-jesus.html).

The broken glasses (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/09/blindly-moving-forward.html).

The attempted thievery of gas (this post). 

These are all testing interludes in my solo lobo life. 

Matthew Ward – “Psalm 61”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM3zOBd3s5A

Thank the Lord, I know HE has everything under control, and gives my spirit peace like a river 😊

Peace Like A River: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5B0MUGzxfs

Now, I’m going to put my Pj’s on; and snuggle under the bed covers with Clive 😉

Tonight's Read.

9-11 NIGHTMARE

Remember how dubbya stood before the mics and dared islamic devotees to "come and get us"?

Remember how swiftly that dare was answered with the attack on the Twin Towers?

Remember where you were when that attack happened?

Remember who you frantically called to see if they were out of harm's way?

Remember how Americans came together on September 11, 2001?

Remember how you swore love, loyalty, and unity to family members you hadn't seen in decades; and vowed terrorists would never again attack America?

Remember how quickly you forgot EVERYTHING as time moved forward and life's entanglements spun its web.

Remember how barak hussain obama was rushed into the Oval Office ... no background credentials; no actual History to point to his Citizenship and the right to sit in the Oval Office: to question this was {racist}. For 8 long, and torturous years barak hussain obama attacked America/Americans from the Presidential Seat: he suddenly shed his "Christian" skin, and blithely showed his muslim skin, ideology, and agenda. Again, to question this {sudden} turn around, would label you as a racist ... and Christians would be labeled Domestic Terrorists. The US Military STILL has Christians labeled as terrorists in their handbook manuals.

Remember how the obamanite craze consummed (and continues to consume) DC, the underbelly of society, and the entertainment industry? barak hussain obama's agendas (none of them Laws, just a deep-seated agenda) still manipulate DC, the underbelly of society, and the entertainment industry. Once the destructive fungus that thrives on decay sets in ... it's very hard to stop the spread.

Now Congress & the White House is boldly seated with terrorists, that 'take a knee' to terrorist agendas, and openly applaud cherry picked terrorists to set American cities on fire.

America is in a downward spiral.

Bring to mind, NOW, how to question ANYTHING DC ... or local governing obamanites decree ... is "racist", and to question the motives behind the unlawful and ANTI-American (middle eastern 'refugees' and south of the border illegal aliens are rushed into our Country WITHOUT background or medical checks - you know, for COVID: apparently covid only strikes white, Christian, unmasked American Citizens) mandates is "insurrection" & "enemy of the State" behavior

We are attacked at every level for being Americans: DC had decreed that our skin color defines us, our Faith targets us, and our gender retards us. If our children/grandchildren have light skin tone, and hazel eyes, they are told they must publicly repent of their {racist} global hatred. American males are taught in school (and in obamanite leaning households) to hate their penis's, while American females are taught to murder their babies, and worship their vaginas.

In DC, the obamanites have erased gender and banned the use of "he" and "she" ... WHILE demanding Americans vote for a "Woman" President (harris, like a vampire is standing in the West Wing waiting for biden to die - and with that neck, she may actually be a he: no win there).

Science is pushed forward as the only religion recognized in America (islam comes in second) - to question these 2 things is to face unemployment, housing in "progressive" neighborhoods, refusal of medical care (if a doctor is your choice), schooling (if "higher education" is your choice), church attendance in churches with daycares on their premises (these churches are State businesses). It will divide families and end friendships.

The obamanite goal is to divide and conquer: it's the muslim way.

What happened that September morning, 20 years ago, will most certainly happen again. It may not happen in the same place - or in the same manner: but it WILL CERTAINLY happen again as long as we have terrorist supporters in Congress, in local governing offices, and a delusional moron in the Oval Office (again, rushed into Office without a real Vote), fiddling and twiddling his thumbs (and taking orders from barak hussain obama), while America burns (from the East Coast to the West Coast), and secret military deals are made with the taliban.

9-11 is not History ... it's an ongoing nightmare.

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