The nights are so gawd-damned long these days, which might be good for drinking beer, smoking pot and watching random plastic things melt and burn up in wilderness while listening to an audiobook about living the zero-waste life but I also need the lights working on my bike for riding after dark and commute safety.
Running low on food again because I mostly got fruits and bananas plus eggs and milk when I stopped on my bike ride home from work on Monday. Pinto beans and rice have been most of my meals this week – economical and healthy but I used up the last this morning for breakfast with the eggs along with packing for lunch. Also packed the last of the frozen veggies for lunch I had bought before vacation. I might run to Walmart and Tractor Supply for food and supplies tonight, or I could drive in tomorrow, get propane and supplies – and maybe a pallet for firewood if I’m heading up to camp tomorrow.
I took the early express bus in yesterday, and it was late, and it was raining and kind of sucked. Maybe I should have taken the yokel local bus in that stops every six and half feet while the welfare recipients protest paying their bus fare, or better yet, just driven my big jacked up truck to my suburban office with acres of parking. Like normal people do, as they drive home to their plastic-coated asphalt roofed suburbanite homes, and sit next to their 500 square foot colored televisions and get the lasted news blasted into their brains about how awful the Trumpster is. Walking the Empire Plaza, it felt like I was walking in some kind of police state, as I think the Governor was in town pontificating about the state taxpayer grants they’re handing out to repair roads etc. popularly branded the Regional Economic Development Council. I mean, paving contracts and those for street cleaning, are technically economic and put people to work.
But that costs more money to drive to work that some day could be buying hog feed, and I got to ride my mountain bike home yesterday. 🚲 And yes, fuck I’m riding my bike to work today. So far I’ve put in $20,236 into my 457 retirement account for the year, s o making progress on that part, though it’s still a decade and half until I can sit back on my own land, and spend the days focused on breaking ice and hauling feed out to the goats and slop to the pigs. 🐖 Few more paychecks and I’ll reach the federal maximum, and maybe I’ll put the rest of money 💵 back into my savings account, to restore money spent on getting my eyes snipped going on a month ago now. I noticed there is a bunch of pallets left out on the road to work, so if I drive in tomorrow, I could get pallet wood for campfires. 🪓 I always find myself looking around and seeing all the free shit in dumpsters and left around that could be turned into livestock bedding, compost and fuel if I only had my own land. City people are so wasteful.
I was so going to go out to Vermont and ride up and around ol Prospect Mountain Road ⛰️ and while the signs of “No ICE in Vermont” are working – it’s been a kind of mild but they still have a ban on campfires up in wilderness in Vermont. So maybe that’s not that option for the weekend. Then I’m considering Rensselearville, that’s always an easy option but I feel like I go up there too much in winter season and I want to save for that the true cold and ice and snowy season, like in January and February ☃️ when I’m fucking desperate to get up in wilderness and have a fire 🔥 and watch those flames while listening to Gram Parsons. Out with the truckers, the kickers, and cowboy angels. 🤠
So I don’t know, maybe Schoharie and riding the ol’ Catskill Scenic Trail this weekend and hitting up Shauls one last time before they are closed for the season. I think they are still open and probably a great place to get winter squash and other things that make for many a good morning. I always like a good ride, and while probably most of the color is gone at this point, it still would be nice to get away for the weekend. Next weekend I have work stuff to do, though I’m thinking Veterans Day Weekend heading out to ol’ Madison County to ride, smell the freshly spread cow poop and enjoy a more country landscape compared to days I’ve spent in wilderness lately. Before Big Game Season gets underway. After Thanksgiving I’ll probably do the East Branch Scandaga River or maybe Piseco-Powley depending on if there is snow yet.
I think future White House administrations could repurpose the ballroom as a parking garage, assuming the federal government could find the money to patch roof leaks to keep plaster from falling on the cars kind of like how RKO Movie Palaces were sometimes repurposed for indoor parking garages. After all, there is always a demand for more parking – go to any local government planning meeting and you’ll understand 99% of what government does is enforce parking minimums at drinking establishments and other businesses.
I left my bike in my office and are taking the early express bus and will walk in the Concourse and take the earlier shuttle over to the Starship.
I considered driving 🚘 in but I figured the express bus 🚍 ain’t that awful and it should be fine for riding home. The public hearings last night were as to be expected fighting to Save the Pine Bush. Figured it’s always good to walk 🚶 and get some exercise before work as I get yelled at by schizophrenic living in the Plaza. On Monday, riding past those ghetto housing through the South End some drug crazed black dude started yelling at me and charging at my bike but I just rode off.👊🏿 Kind of a werid situation though I don’t think I was ever in any kind of risk. I have made no decision about what to about commuting with the time change. 🕒 I guess ride my bike when I can then in the evening ride downtown and take the local home but that sucks. Cities have gone to such shit these days, Trump is not wrong about that though it is debatable about who is responsible. 🏙️
I’ve continued to ponder my weekends plans 🤷♂️ not sure what I will do as it’s difficult as the nights get dark so early and I don’t have any free extra time to take off at this point. 🏕️ I had such fun in the wilderness last week so it makes me think I should do another weekend before the snow 🌨️ and cold close off many options. I still want to do Madison County and probably the Erie Canalway between Utica and Rome as that’s the only section I’ve not done between Albany and Syracuse. 🚲 That said, I kind of like Stoney Pond and all the things one can do around the Caz. I figure enjoy Big Red 🛻 as long as I still can as I am well aware those days won’t last forever. Inflation and the craziness and the falling sound of the clock 🕒 hands seem to destroy everything. I can blame myself for voting for that shit head. Truth is that I miss the old days when things were simpler.
I am not super opposed to construction of a new attached grand ballroom to the White House, especially if it’s being paid for by donations and not the taxpayers. It seems like there is always an interest for new convention spaces and other public gathering locations, and hopefully future presidents will put it to good use for public meetings and events. It always seems kind of wasteful and temporary to have great state dinners and other formal events in a tent on White House Grounds when these events occur year after year and really should have a permanent home. It’s also not like the White House is a pristine building or no additions have occurred over the year – the complex is rather sprawling and unwieldy, and adding this extra needed space at no cost to the taxpayers makes a lot of sense in my mind.
I talk to people with families and homesteads and they often idolize my life of traveling, riding trail, camping and kayaking in state and national forests. How I do so much on my own, how I manage to get away and travel so much without a home, a family or livestock to look over.
I mean they’re not wrong but at the same time I do wish I had a place to call home, something more permanent than a moldy apartment and a two or three night stand in the wilderness. But I know what I would have to give up to have a place called home.
again because I mostly got fruits and bananas 
plus eggs 
and milk when I stopped on my bike ride home from work on Monday. Pinto beans 
and rice 
have been most of my meals this week – economical and healthy but I used up the last this morning for breakfast with the eggs 
along with packing for lunch. Also packed the last of the frozen veggies for lunch I had bought before vacation. I might run to Walmart and Tractor Supply 
for food and supplies tonight, or I could drive in tomorrow, get propane and supplies – and maybe a pallet for firewood if I’m heading up to camp tomorrow.
in yesterday, and it was late, and it was raining and kind of sucked. Maybe I should have taken the yokel local bus in that stops every six and half feet while the welfare recipients protest paying their bus fare, or better yet, just driven my big jacked up truck 
to my suburban office with acres of parking. Like normal people do, as they drive home to their plastic-coated asphalt roofed suburbanite homes, and sit next to their 500 square foot colored televisions and get the lasted news blasted into their brains 
about how awful the Trumpster is. Walking the Empire Plaza, it felt like I was walking in some kind of police state, as I think the Governor was in town pontificating about the state taxpayer grants they’re handing out to repair roads etc. popularly branded the Regional Economic Development Council. 
I mean, paving contracts and those for street cleaning, are technically economic and put people to work.
this weekend and hitting up Shauls one last time before they are closed for the season. 
I think they are still open and probably a great place to get winter squash and other things that make for many a good morning. 
I always like a good ride, and while probably most of the color is gone at this point, it still would be nice to get away for the weekend. Next weekend I have work stuff to do, though I’m thinking Veterans Day Weekend heading out to ol’ Madison County to ride, smell the freshly spread cow poop 
and enjoy a more country landscape compared to days I’ve spent in wilderness lately. Before Big Game Season gets underway. 
After Thanksgiving I’ll probably do the East Branch Scandaga River or maybe Piseco-Powley depending on if there is snow yet. 
