Fort Ticonderoga, formerly Fort Carillon, is a large 18th-century star fort built by the French at a narrows near the south end of Lake Champlain, in northern New York, in the United States.
I got to take off next week Wednesday through Labor Day. It’s not that hard, just an email. But I’m hesitant to take a summer vacation for so many reasons, not the least my extreme mental confusion about everything in the era of the Trumpster. Why don’t you want more plastic or a dumpster out back?
Rode home last night and it wasn’t at all wet, ð§ but it was humid. I stopped by Hannaford and got milk, eggs, tofu, frozen veggies and grapes which were on sale. They had New Jersey peaches but I figured I’d be much better waiting to get donut peaches at Shauls on Saturday. ð I was tired, I had a big dinner of lots of veggies, onions, tofus and beans, and basically collapsed into bed. ðïļ I really haven’t been getting enough sleep lately, but everything these days seems just so insane or is the word inane? I am just so tired, and that’s probably because I need summer vacation. But things are so crazy these days in the world. That said, I am enjoying Joel Salatin’s Your Successful Farm Business. ð You’d think by this point with all my reading ð I’d be some kind of book smart expert not just on farming but also rural land development and business. But I mostly like listen to his accent and the tangy smell of manure. ð Oh, and bacon ðĨ though tofu is pretty damn good too but I don’t eat meat except well for bacon.
I should disable Zillow on my phone, as I’m getting tired of seeing yet another plastic house in suburbs and ghetto houses popping up. ð Apparently Zillow wants me to know still plastic houses in suburbs are avaliable, and if I don’t want that, then there are some excellent cheap houses available in the ghetto. And some wonderful places way out in the sticks, much too far to commute to work. ð But don’t know you plastic houses are good investments, and not everybody has Idaho Pasture Pigs and Boar Goats in their backyard, despite what you might think from watching YouTube or browsing the Facebook. I got sent to Facebook Jail ðĻ last night for trolling the endless advertising of roofing and gutter companies. Plastic houses are good thing, but burning your plastic trash out back is very bad for environment. ð That’s what the woke environmentalist want you to know, but don’t think of ever criticizing the job creators in the plastic industry. They have no fault, it’s all you hillbillies that refuse to waste their time with recycling myth âŧïļ. I’m all for spreading manure, poop and composted food scraps on fields. ðĐ Didn’t rain much yesterday, despite Preska or one of the other cow pokes working the land with a spreader yesterday morning, probably hoping to get some manure on hay fields in hope that rain with get the nitrogen and phosphorus ðū where it could make more even more grass.
I need to just bite the bullet and take off starting Wednesday for a long vacation. ð I’ll miss the office summer party at the Lion heart, but I don’t care. It’s stupid, there will be the Christmas Party in a few weeks. I hear there is a risk of a hurricane pushing north next week but that is inevitable, though the cool weather expected over the area for the end of month means a northerly high pressure will be in control and likely push any storms off the coast. ðïļ Tomorrow I’ll drive into work, maybe visit Northern Lights at lunch time for some grass shopping ðū and then drive out to Schoharie assuming I can make it out there without freaking out. ðĪŠ Things were so much better in my mind until they weren’t.
I know it’s not real, I just got to get on with life and enjoy vacation, but I’m also so troubled about everying. ð§ I mean how bad can 13 days in the wilderness away from the endless ads for plastic houses, eating clams broiled in beer and so much delicious food from the farm stands, giggling and having fires every other day? ðĨ While I listen to the cows moo ðŪ and rip that other kind of grass that makes milk, beef and manure. ðĐ That said, I’m still half seriously investigating grass shops in Ithaca, I’ve been told there are good places out that way. And so much good ice cream. ðĻ I haven’t had any ice cream since the Gas Up during the second week of June, but then again I haven’t taken off a day for vacation since the day before July 4th. So I really need those 13 days in the wilderness through Labor Day in September. I just need to take those days off, get my bacon at 7 AM ðĨ at the For the Love of Bacon and head straight out to National Forest, maybe after a quick visit to one of the Grass Stores heading through Ithaca. I won’t use the actual term, because I’m sure it will reduce my ad revenue, which brought in in $106 so far this month. ðĩ Apparently that is nothing like some actual good blogs, that aren’t all about Dreams of having hogs and burn barrel ðĒïļ back as I smoke and lay in my hammock in the wilderness, making maps of random shit. ðšïļ
