Dry towns 🍻

“Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels. ” Or as my neighbor’s truck says,” Diesel Smoke Makes Me Horney. ”

Still singing along with Gram Parsons all the way back home from Bennington. ⛰️ Return of the Grevious Angel is a good song, and traffic wasn’t that bad for NY 7 though that’s a road a generally try to avoid, especially that shit part of it known as Hoo-sick Street. Who-sick in Hoo-sick Falls the  trial lawyers claim, as morbidly obese people bump up to small town bar hoping the trial lawyers will dish out their fifty cents. I know I shouldn’t be so sympathetic to multinational corporations that bring us vinyl and poison the land. Shit stinks when you burn it. Diesels are great, lots of power, at least out in the country where there ain’t a lot of pollution besides the taste of dairy air, 🐮 but modern diesels with all that pollution control crap for use in cities is pretty awful.

I woke up feeling so dehydrated, 💦 which was partially my fault by not drinking enough water on the weekend that was and much too beer and coffee to obviously counteract or maybe ehnance the grass. 🌾 Kind of like hung over not that I’ve had any intoxicating substance since well Harmon Hill or maybe that fire I had in evening on Saturday. 🔥 Truth is I’m just all jacked up from having fires and watching as those plastic yougurt containers melted away, soaked with used motor oil. 🛢️ Amazing how the flames look when stoned. Some day I might get a diesel truck, especially if I’m hauling cows and tractors 🚜 but if anything my next truck will be small gasser for traveling and eventually hauling smaller gear back to my off-grid homestead. I figure by the time I retire and can focus full time on such things, I can then get the big ol’ diesel.  With things being so dry – – it was frightening around the Robert Frost House how things looked like you could drop a cigarette butt and the woods were burn – – I made sure to really drown the fire pit and pull out any little hunks of aluminum or plastic that didn’t fully burn. 🗑️ Got to be green.

Eyes are real irrated this morning. 👀 I think I got some bacteria in my contacts and probably my eyes are just sore. Probably it’s the dry eye from the weather of later and we’ll you know smoking that stuff that irrates your eyes. 🚬 The dehyradation doesn’t help. That said, I don’t think I fried my brain 🧠 that much bathing in color all weekend, 🌈 and I should be good shape for write code and come up with creative SQL codes to get the Assembly’s data operations moving forward, targeting those who we want to talk to. Hopefully I can see well enough to ride to work, read those emails and lines of R code when I get to the office. And see how many people are lined up waiting for me.

Well I should get in the shower 🚿 and finish packing my lunch, especially if I’m thinking about taking Friday to out to Rensselearville or maybe the Adirondacks to eat too much clams  🦪 and sweet corn. 🌽 Memories of Vermont are all great, though it’s no Pennsylvania with all their burn barrels and real hick towns that smell like cow shit, paper plant and burnt plastic. 🛢️ Two days are much too short on the week. 🚲 The flat I got on my front tire was fine after I re-inflated. I should be a good example as the big boss man, and resume my listening to the late Gram Parsons when I get into the office close to on time. Have a good one, and George Hayduke for President!