Sunny and clear out here in Delmar, though I’m not sure the same thing could have been said about Schoharie. Maybe I should have headed out of town for the weekend, but it was fun riding down to Coeymans Creek Wildlife Management Area, Henry Hudson Park and Moh-He-Con-Nuck. And the bugs didn’t eat my alive at Moh-He-Con-Nuck.
Moh-He-Con-Nuck is kind of a crap preserve, indeed one where the Glen Jobs Corps dumps their garbage along, π¦ but there was lots of Blue Jays, Red-Headed Woodpeckers and that doe to check out. I was surprised that I only saw one bow hunter at Coeymans Creek Wildlife Management Area but maybe there was others observing me pissing on the trees. While I’m sure that area is soaked with mercury from the cement plant before they installed scrubers and already dumped with a fair amount of old farm garbage, it is a remarkably neat to explore and now they have a designated and somewhat cleared yellow-blazed trail down to the Coeymans Creek, though the water levels were very low. π£ I wasn’t going to spend much time at Coeymans Creek thinking there would be a lot of bow and small game hunters out and about, but seeing no hunters pickups in the lot, I figured I’d walk and ride around a bit. π΄ Bikes aren’t allowed off road on public hunting grounds, but you ride them on roads, though it can be a hard to know what is a road and which isn’t there. It was a 25 mile round trip, by the time I came back via the Albany County Rail Trail. And yes, I used the still closed ramp to Cherry Avenue, the concrete is well dry at this point but the politicians haven’t had their public maturation pleasure of cutting the ribbon. π
I was home around 4 PM π² and made a big pan up of rice with the remaining rice, lentils, onions, and soy sauce I had. It was good, I had the stove on very low so it took a lot longer then expected. Read to library books yesterday – kind of picture books – one on the History of the Adirondacks 1930-1980 and one featuring historical postcards of the US 20 in New York. Both can be found on Libby. And finished up Michael Moss’ Salt, Sugar, Fat. π Libby and Hoopla are such great assets, I don’t ever get physical books which are much to easy to destroy from the library. π π± Finished up at the split pea soup – all two pounds of it in like two days. Good stuff, I don’t complicate it, just peas, some onions, shredded carrots and a bit of salt. But don’t you need a million other ingredients to make it taste good? Of course, these are morbidly obese people who are horrified I could ever drag on a cigarette or smoke some weed up at camp. π¬ Don’t you know smoking causes cancer, please pass the hamburger and twinky, π§π the woke people says.
Heading out to Five Rivers this morning, π¦ then I’ll shower and probably do a quick hike up Bennett Hill before heading out to see the folks. πΆ Then I’ll go to Walmart on the way home and get flour and some of things to eat for the week like fresh and frozen vegetables. Need to empty out the compost bin when I’m out at the folks house, and I should return my beer cans from vacation as their currently in a big garbage bag in the back of my truck. β»οΈ At some point I should also see if I can π₯« toss the smashed cans for recycling in my parents bin, or ask the neighbors as while I don’t use many cans, I’ve accumulated a half bag since the last time I emptied the recycling barrel in April or so. I tend to burn out the cans, which makes them flatten better and recyclers don’t mind if you burn off the coatings – it’s actually better for their recycling equipment and doesn’t smell or attract bugs as store it before recycling. π₯
Woke people are those who believe they are doing virtuous things while living the high-consumption consumerist livestyle promoted on television.
They can’t be bothered to do much besides mail checks to the Sierra Club, put solar panels on their 5,000 square foot homes full of their monthly discarded electronics and perfectly heated and cooled to 72 degrees year round, and wash out their non-recyclable plastics for the 96-gallon overflowing toats with their weekly subscription garbage service.
They spend their nights watching MSNBC so they have no time to cook even the simplest foods, and are forced to eat chemical-laden industrial crap from Nature’s Own Organic Brand, and a dozen other organic products that are full of toxic chemicals and addatives. The idea of eating basic, whole foods, purchased from a place like Walmart just horrifies them – they’d rather eat something encased in layers of “labeled for recycling” colorful plastic that is branded organic and natural, is an industrial soup of chemicals not fit as rat posion. But the label said it organic and natural and was supposed to be put in my 96-gallon weekly picked up toats! And I have solar panels that are tied to coal and gas fired grid!
The woke are like “I am so virtuous even if I am poisoning myself and everyone around me, my life is non-negotiable, I am better then you heathens.”
Everything is quite cold and damp from yesterday’s rain, but it is clearing in the Albany-area though not as quickly out west and I’m not sure if I do want to head out of town this weekend. At this point, it would be for only one night.
I got wet riding home last night β which surprised me π€¨ but that green pea soup I made was pretty damn good. π Cold, damp and gray to start out the day but now sunny βοΈ. I kind of want to go out to Schoharie today, maybe ride the Catskill Scenic Trail or hike Bear Pen Mountain π» or Cogdon Hollar Trail πΆ but I know the color out there is likely already complete shit. π Autumn doesn’t last.
Actually it’s silly to spend all that money on gas β½ for my big jacked up truck when I can just go on my mountain bike for a ride. π΄ Let me be freaking honest with myself, it looks cold and cloudy βοΈ and just crap out in Schoharie for the bulk of the day and I’d only be able to do one night. ποΈ Truth is that I don’t need to smoke any more weed π not do I need to drink any more beer. π» Hopefully in two weeks from now it will be nice enough to get out to Madison County and then I have a big ol fire. π₯ Before the start of rifle season. π¦
Maybe I’ll ride down to Coeymans and then over to the Henry Hudson Park. ποΈ Then take the rail trail back home via Glenmont. It’s to be decided based on how long the nice weather sticks around. I also want to spend some time reading π. I think I left my camera πΈ in the office. I guess I could ride up to Menands to get that but that’s silly. π² My phone takes pretty good pictures. π±
From time to time when I travel both for pleasure and work, I think about getting a bite to eat at local restaurants. I rarely do and most of the time when I do I end up getting take out. It just seems werid to be sitting alone at a table.
Many dinners have bars that somewhat address that concern. But I’ve never been one for small talk, it seems like to me it would be kind of awkward to discuss with the waitress why I’m there, especially if it’s a work trip. Probably missing out on good food in my travels but it just seems werid to be all alone at a restaurant.
Maybe they’ll run out of money for the ballroom project and use what the was East Wing as a surface parking lot. Asphalt is relatively cheap, or they could just leave it as pulverized concrete to be extra frugal. Get some used telephone polls and surplus high-pressure sodium lights, string it up with residential wire between the polls, and you’re set. Good enough for some of the OGS lots. It would make a lot of White House staffers happy to have close parking to their office.
I am sure White House staff wouldn’t mind it being called the Epstein Memorial Parking Area, as long as they can park there for a reasonable rate, and there isn’t a lot of shredded rebar chunks left in the gravel to give them flat tires. I’m sure parking in Downtown DC is both expensive an inconvenient, unless of course you have a reserved space in a garage.
If there is anything Americans care about it’s parking. That and plastic, and having enough fat, sugar, salt and artificial colors added to their foods. Americans loathe such things, but actually love it in secret and will vote for such things, even if they wouldn’t be caught dead advocating for more parking, plastic, or junk food.
Making pea soup with shredded carrots and turmeric beacause it’s so fucking good and loaded with fiber especially with a little balsamic vinegar which I should have but don’t have. I know you have to recycle the glass bottle for landfill roads but whatever it lasts for a while especially if you get abig bottle.Β I’ll have to find creative uses for “waste” glass when I have a homestead as despite what the corporations want you to believe, recycling isn’t real unless you do it on the homestead yoruself.
I went to Hannaford last night and was particularly annoyed by all the brightly colored packages, π₯« hawking more and more processed foods loaded with sugar, fat, and salt by the corporate scientists, designed to sell conveince by the marketers. π΅ All I could think of was that pungent smell of all burnt plastic and colorful glossy paper, and the morbidly obese government workersπ«π» as they drive from their suburban houses with the vinyl siding in their Honda CRV SUV. Of course, they all have weekly trash pickup, and recycle and send their monthly checks to PBS and Sierra Club and only use organic toilet paper endorsed by said organizations. π§» I mean, if you use a an outhouse or composting toilet, toilet paper does help tie down the nitrogen in all that urine and a lesser extent the poop. But if I a house a shitty septic system, I would get a bidet or at least a waste basket for the toilet paper for burning. Though nothing like that time I went to Wally World on vacation two years ago after smoking earlier in the morning, and I had a little more THC on my brain that I realized and was shocked by the bright colors. π It was insane how blue everything was at Walmart and how the packaging was bursting with artificial color.
So at 4:50 AM I was up and starting cooking down at the peas π² and making more coffee β using reused and new beans. I realize all that reused coffee beans is why I am staining my teeth, that and the redicolously strong dark roasts they have in the office. I was blaming it on the marijuana smoking up at camp, but I think it’s really the coffee. But it’s bad, my teeth looking disgusting lately, but I’ve heard it’s actually not harming them. I’ve learned if I want any chance of sleeping in the evening, and not waking up at 1 AM or 3 AM in some kind of crazy π€ͺ session of wokeness, I need avoid more then 1 cup of the crack in a cup they hand out for free in the office. β Honestly, I don’t give a fuck if my teeth are yellow, but I don’t want to become bucktoothed at young age, because dentures are mad expensive and a pain in the ass. Maybe I fully understand with my elderly parents now how important good teeth and eating good shit really is in an era of wokeness covered with recyclable plastics and colorful symbols and colored television advertising. β»οΈ Don’t you know, save the earth, recycle and put solar panels on your suburbanite house. So many ads for asphalt roofies and vinyl siding on social media.
This time of year, the mornings are so dark, π especially with the clouds. π₯οΈ I might want to turn the tail lights on my bike at least until I get to the bike trail for safety so I am visible to the motorists as I ride my mountain bike to work. π² I decided not to head out to camp ποΈ tonight, though I might spend tomorrow out in the woods somewhere, riding trail or hiking, and then maybe stay overnight. I don’t know, it depends on how cold and cloudy tomorrow. If not the alternative is hop on my mountain bike and ride out to Five Rivers or maybe somewhere else undecided. Been a few weeks since I’ve been to the Hollyhock. π¦ That hill is a blast toride down and it wouldn’t burn gasoline. β½