Hey Everyone. No internet for a month.. that was harder than quitting smoking. I was in Western Louisiana (far west of the Hurricane thahkfully), but I did get to me some evacuees. I have to say this, I miss my home when I am on the road, but at least its there when I come back. Look aound your room, imagine everything you see being gone. Walk out your door, imagine thats all gone too... I have decided that all my charitable money is going to New Orleans relief this year. Do what you can.
Well, Finally took my long awaited road trip in Ezmerelda, the 1975 VW Bus. My ten year old son and I started out on a rainy Sunday morning. The prospect of camping out in the rain with a ten year old wasn't thrilling, and we promptly scrapped the idea of going to the coast first, because if its raining in Portland, it will be pouring at the coast. Instead we headed to the Cascades, guided by my son's statement: " want to go far".
So we traveled towards Crater Lake, stopping at the Tokettee Hot Springs an hour from the park, getting there around sunset. Wanting to soak before the partying started at the springs, we went o soak right away and there was a gaggle of kids there. They were all part of one family from Arkansas (there were four). The parents were obviously tired but the kids were as lively (and dirty) as monkeys. Tristan had sun with them and it gave me a few moments peace from a child who falls asleep (and wakes up the next morning) talking. After short soak, we left the springs to the stoners and set up am a mile down the road; the clouds had been left behind on the way, so the evening was perfect: warm with a light breeze. Tristan was ecstatic: he was helpful and in good spirits up until it was time to go to sleep. He did finally settle down, and I wasn't far behind him, having been up late the night before getting ready. About 2am some kids from the Oregon Country Fair pulled in right next to me and scared the shit out of me. I went out to see who the hell they were and once I figured they were OK I went back to bed.
The next day we headed back to the Springs for a quick soak at dawn. we packed up before we went, so after we soaked, we headed off to Crater Lake. Ezmerelda made the climb in good spirits, but along the way developed a low idle and slow acceleration that would bug me the rest of the trip. I adjusted the valves and the timing the next morning which helped, but she still seemed slow to respond to the gas pedal. . . but everything else went well, so I figured that it was going to have to wait till I got back. Mean while Tristan and I hiked down to Crater Lake (a goodly hike, but not a killer) and ate lunch by the lake. Then we went over to the visitor center to get some swag for the boy. . .He likes his National Park Swag. . . we headed on to find some camping and make some hot dogs, causes the boy likes his meat byproducts too..
TBC
So we traveled towards Crater Lake, stopping at the Tokettee Hot Springs an hour from the park, getting there around sunset. Wanting to soak before the partying started at the springs, we went o soak right away and there was a gaggle of kids there. They were all part of one family from Arkansas (there were four). The parents were obviously tired but the kids were as lively (and dirty) as monkeys. Tristan had sun with them and it gave me a few moments peace from a child who falls asleep (and wakes up the next morning) talking. After short soak, we left the springs to the stoners and set up am a mile down the road; the clouds had been left behind on the way, so the evening was perfect: warm with a light breeze. Tristan was ecstatic: he was helpful and in good spirits up until it was time to go to sleep. He did finally settle down, and I wasn't far behind him, having been up late the night before getting ready. About 2am some kids from the Oregon Country Fair pulled in right next to me and scared the shit out of me. I went out to see who the hell they were and once I figured they were OK I went back to bed.
The next day we headed back to the Springs for a quick soak at dawn. we packed up before we went, so after we soaked, we headed off to Crater Lake. Ezmerelda made the climb in good spirits, but along the way developed a low idle and slow acceleration that would bug me the rest of the trip. I adjusted the valves and the timing the next morning which helped, but she still seemed slow to respond to the gas pedal. . . but everything else went well, so I figured that it was going to have to wait till I got back. Mean while Tristan and I hiked down to Crater Lake (a goodly hike, but not a killer) and ate lunch by the lake. Then we went over to the visitor center to get some swag for the boy. . .He likes his National Park Swag. . . we headed on to find some camping and make some hot dogs, causes the boy likes his meat byproducts too..
TBC
Sometimes truth is stranger then fiction, really... I know people say this but there is one aspect of this job that is strange to the point of surrealism. My usual job here is plain enough: while a dredge moves sand from shipping channels to area that need it (ie beaches) I monitor for accidental killings of seaturtles. But what makes this job surreal is not what I am doing it but where. We are dumping sand in front of RUSH LIMBAUGH's HOUSE!! Really! The man who thinks all govenrment spending is waste lives on an island entirely created by.... THE US GOVERNMNET! Its a man made island made to protect the port of Palm Beach from silting in, and as such the government is responsable for maintaining his beach front property. Do you think that Rush gets the irony? I doubt it.
By the way, his house is a fat and white as his pre-oxycotin ass.
One of the mates listens to Rush an the radio, and I heard hime reaming out some caller who said that the government shouldnt bail out the people whose hillside homes collapsed in California because they were uninsurable. Why so magnanumus? because that same US govt program (FEMA) is whats gonna bail his fat white-ass out when a hurricaine comes. He talks big, but hes just another pig at the trough.
Life is strange. Im workingnights and I need more coffee.
By the way, his house is a fat and white as his pre-oxycotin ass.
One of the mates listens to Rush an the radio, and I heard hime reaming out some caller who said that the government shouldnt bail out the people whose hillside homes collapsed in California because they were uninsurable. Why so magnanumus? because that same US govt program (FEMA) is whats gonna bail his fat white-ass out when a hurricaine comes. He talks big, but hes just another pig at the trough.
Life is strange. Im workingnights and I need more coffee.
Well, I guess I have been slacking since my last poost. My dear friend Lindsay visited from out of town and we did almost nothing but drink and sleep for a whole week. Im back on track now, working on the house etc (my gas stove is now in the kitchen and hooked up! but that means my fridge is in my sons room until I put the new sink in. ohh well)
Dating wise, after a sex frenzied month, I feel saitated, the bad sex of the last year is now a distant memory. I have met a woman who I can actually talk to for hours (litearly, I think our first phone call to set up the coffee date lasted an hour and a half.) shes not into sex right away, but as I am fat and happy on the sex front, Im OK with waiting. Besides the talking thing she is also really together and hott!
I miss all my NY friends, but the environmental closure continues, and I am running out o' cash, I may have to take a job out here for the summer (more time with my new cutie? who knows).
So hi to everyone. I miss you, Ill keep up on my boarding such now that the drunken Canadians are gone.
Dating wise, after a sex frenzied month, I feel saitated, the bad sex of the last year is now a distant memory. I have met a woman who I can actually talk to for hours (litearly, I think our first phone call to set up the coffee date lasted an hour and a half.) shes not into sex right away, but as I am fat and happy on the sex front, Im OK with waiting. Besides the talking thing she is also really together and hott!
I miss all my NY friends, but the environmental closure continues, and I am running out o' cash, I may have to take a job out here for the summer (more time with my new cutie? who knows).
So hi to everyone. I miss you, Ill keep up on my boarding such now that the drunken Canadians are gone.
My son is reading Tintin in bed, the dog is eating biscuits on the couch. Sunday am is the best...This American Life will be on soon. With all the dating the last few weeks, its nice just to hang at home with the pets and kids. Time enough for romantic love later- right now the ktchen needs to be cleaned and the floors mopped. But first maybe another up of coffee...
Its Friday, and the week has slipped away. More and less done than I hoped. Depends on what I want to think about. I have decided that I really know nothing about dating, so every date is a surprise. That there are no hard and fast rules, because not only are we all different, but different people bring out different aspects of our personality.
Also, I really like being single in the morning, so much eiser and more peaceful. Whatever happens I think I will be living alone for awhile. sweet sweet silence.
Also, I really like being single in the morning, so much eiser and more peaceful. Whatever happens I think I will be living alone for awhile. sweet sweet silence.
Im sick (sneeze)
My stove is here ) Yay!
Now I have to remodel the kitchen yto make it work .
My sons here. He gave me the damn cold the little petrie dish.
He great and I dont care if he gets me sick
My stove is here ) Yay!
Now I have to remodel the kitchen yto make it work .
My sons here. He gave me the damn cold the little petrie dish.
He great and I dont care if he gets me sick
I overdid the housework thing. Hauloing chicken manure from the chicken yard into the garden beds, musta been 600lbs of straw and poop. So I am going to take it easy today, go have a few beers at the Horse Brass, and get to bed tonight early. I have to go get my antique stove tomarrow. Hopefully I can get it to fit in the kitchen. I have some pics of it I am going to upload. Im soo happy about it.
Went on another date last night. She's really nice but no sparkle. We were both really tired though so that could been it. I dunno, the whole dating thing baffles me, even though I like it.
Went on another date last night. She's really nice but no sparkle. We were both really tired though so that could been it. I dunno, the whole dating thing baffles me, even though I like it.
well Im back in PDX. got the bus on the road, slept in my own bed (nice)
all my ex's stuff was gone when I got back. Its funny but although its sad it seems right. It feels like she left long ago, and now her stuff has left too.
all my ex's stuff was gone when I got back. Its funny but although its sad it seems right. It feels like she left long ago, and now her stuff has left too.
