There will be no 34 percent THC grass with the morning coffee this morning, no eye opener drink or hoping on my mountain bike and riding down whatever truck trail hits my fancy, giggling, spooking deer, rabbits, turkeys and bears in the process. Listening to audio books by Hunter S. Thompson and Edward Abbey. No more daily or bi-daily fires to watch as theat plastic crap melts and turns into bright colorful flames with that sometimes pungent smell. Just SQL queries and R code to write, and lines of people at my office.
With the windows closed while I was out of town, 👃 my apartment stunk from dead mouse 🐁 and mold when I got home. Opening the windows helped,and I flushed that dead mouse I found in the toilet. 🚽 I guess it’s winter, need to get the mouse traps back out again. 🪤 It’s warm enough this morning – 65 degrees – I have the windows open. I need to get some ammonia and white vinegar and some more sponges 🫧🧼 and do some cleaning when I go shopping tonight. I got home from camping, and I think my first reaction to my apartment was my gawd this place is a real dump. But then I remind myself is the rent is the same deal offered by the County Welfare office for those looking for a room in a motel they rent out for those with other options for housing and no vochures. And I so idolize those with those mobile homes way on dirt back roads that smell like kerosene and wood smoke, with a goat tied up out back next to the blacked burn barrels. 🐐 🛢️ And I’m still listening to Karen Dalton’s Are You Leaving for the Country, almost smelling that super sweet grass on my brain. It’s amazing how long that 34 percent grass lasts, I mean you really need a puff and you’re good for many hours. $12 and there is still a fair bit left after 13 days of camping. I am sure the politicians are like we must ban it now, because giggles and happiness are bad must be banned. Politicians despise human happiness more then anything else.
Back to work again in the suburban office building next to old city dump. 🏢 Raining this morning, so I’m going to drive, as I need groceries after work and it’s such a pain to get work without the express bus anymore. 🚍 Come winter, when I don’t ride, I guess busing it’s a good option as it gives me an opportunity to walk in the Plaza while I make the transfer and get exercise, 🚶 still I don’t love that option. 🛒 Regardless, I need to get to Wally World to restock most of the supplies that got eaten up, or used up and burnt up while up in wilderness. I figured no sense in bring home a wrapper I was going to burn up eventually anyways. 🔥 By the end of week, I was running a bit low on a lot of things, so I figured get creative and use up what I could and start fresh when I shop tonight. Need more whole fruits and vegatables and things packaged in plastic to make a good fire next time I’m in wilderness. And I’m humming along with Karen Dalton and Gram Parsons. Out with the truckers, the kickers, the cowboy angles, and a good saloon in every single town. 🤠
I finished up listening to Eva Shaub’s Year without Garbage audio book. 🔉 🗑️ It’s funny, there have been many years when I’ve just made one trip a year to the transfer station with my bottles and cans, 🥫 so I kind of know that life. Though lately I’ve been occasionally bringing them out to my folks house. And I used to recycle paper 📄 before they took away the free local dumpsters for that. ♻️ I still use those recycling dumpsters for worn out boots 👢 and clothing after it’s been used for rags. Once I got into healthy eating, I save all of my food scraps now for the folks compost pile though I swear once I own land, I’ll have chickens 🐔 and pigs 🐖 for such things. And hoard things like pallets and shredded paper for uses on the homestead. And well still have fires. 🔥 I get it, Eva was trying to be green, still I find things like broken appliances and even tin cans far more annoying then the plastic shit that melts and burns so well. I can’t imagine ever paying for garbage service, when I can haul the stuff I can’t compost or burn to the transfer station every few months. But maybe I’m a knuckle-dragging hillbilly. Not some eco-conscious leftist who reads a lot of Edward Abbey. 🌎 But as Eva notes, plastic recycling is mostly a scam. Though some of that stuff can be pretty stinky and burn black, especially if you don’t have a hot fire. Separating out the wet composting materials helps a lot though.
This morning was cornmeal pancakes with the last sweet onion I had, some turmeric, shredded broccoli and corn. 🥞 Coffee with peanut butter powder and skim milk. ☕ Big pot of pinto beans cooking down on the stove.🍲 I’ve gotten really hooked on pinto beans, not just because of reading Edward Abbey but they are cheapest beans you can get at Wally World, in 4 lb bags that limit the amount of plastic to burn. I wish I had something sweet like bananas 🍌 or apples 🍏 this morning, maybe I could stop at Wally World on the drive in. I didn’t empty my compost bucket when I was at my parents house, but I figure it can rot outside for another week, as it doesn’t really smell as I don’t eat much meat and cold outside. Tomorrow I’ll ride in 🚲 even though I’m going to public hearings tomorrow, and Wednesday I guess I can take the local bus in and then ride the bike home. The rest of week looks good for bike riding, especially as I think I’ll have meetings downtown later in the week.
I’m thinking my next trip 🏕️ to the wilderness will likely not be until Veterans Day Weekend. Probably do Stoney Pond though that’s not set in stone. 🤷♂️Madison County is a fun place, even if that’s time of year when it smells like cow shit once all that silage is chopped. 🐮 I guess I need more cow manure on mountain bike, or horse shit more likely if I go to Charlie Baker’s Horse Camp. 🐴 Though if I’m riding the hick town roads this time of year. 🚲 Kind of a bleak landscape, but also on blue skies, the browns and grays are such rich colors. I’ll stay away from the Adirondacks until at least Southern Zone Big Game is open, namely after Thanksgiving. 🦌 That’s when I’ll likely do the East Branch Scandaga River or maybe Piseco-Powley if no snow and snow is unlikely. Wouldn’t go too far up that road though in case we did get snow. ☃️It’s tough now with the temperatures dropping, snow 🌨️ becoming more of a risk and there so little daylight. Indeed, October camping you wake up in the dark, and go to bed in the dark. 🍁 I was concerned about running out of fuel ⛽ but I had enough for the 10 days though the tank is a bit low with all the heater, lantern and stove use.
