I peacefully surrender! Now don’t take my guns. Bringing my license plates in to work today to surrender to the DMV at lunch time today, either for them to hold or destroy depending on what they want to do. Honestly, I don’t care because it’s the dealers problem when I get a new truck to figure out how to get me plates. Then to ask for my insurance money back. I’ll search for new insurance policies in March or so when I get a bigger idea if I’m really going to buy a Ford SuperDuty or that 20-year old Honda Civic everybody praises as a rational choice for delivering pizzas out the back.
While I continue my research and continue to learn, I am really not in a rush to get a new truck at this point, 🚚 as summer is still a ways off and we are in depth of winter but I want to be as informed as possible so I get the best possible platform to build my next rig which hopefully will last me through state retirement circa 2040 when I may very well want a different rig when I get my off-grid cabin. Or maybe an F-350 would be a pretty damn good snowplow truck and even hauling bags of feed and towing a trailer full of hogs 🐽 when I retire. I can’t believe today marks 19 years since I started the Assembly Internship, but granted I have a few more then just 11 years until 30 years of state service, because I worked a year over at Democratic Assembly Campaign Committee and several months in years past during election season. 🗳️ I tell you, the crazy-assed stories I could tell. I just finished rolling over my retirement from that organization into my main IRA account. Going to slowly convert it over an Roth so I don’t have to deal with taxes or RMD when I buy a manure spreader or bailer or whatever you are supposed spend your money on in retirement. 💩
Today I am going to try to be less vulgur on my blog 🤬 less I upset the advertisers. Believe it or not six weeks later my Facebook account is still restricted for promotion of shooting cops with heroin and therefore apparently promoting “dangerous” illegal substances. 💉 From what I’ve read, the actual danger of narcotics is less then what a lot of people think – a majority of first-time users of narcotics don’t become addicted unless their is a regular supply and the social and psychological conditions that promote addiction. People don’t become down and out because their addicts, it’s also that people become addicted because they are down and out. 👹 But don’t tell the drug warriors that. Granted, two summers vacation ago when I smoked a lot of weed, it was kind of a downer when I got home and had to quit. That was fun though, lots of giggles studying the melting plastic and laughing with the cows in the National Forest. 🤭 Honestly, I am not that freaked out about pornography but I read a lot of books about animal raising and husbrandy, and if you have cows and goats, you have to have at least one bull or smelly ol’ buck to mount them. 🐐
Kind of feel that way with motoring, with people pushing you left and right to get another car and saying it’s so sad to not be a motorist, but honestly I don’t care though I do at times still feel the sting of Big Red and realize the inconvience of not owning an a car. I get it, figuring out the trash and wash is kind of a pain, but most people figure out alternatives. I think the going early to the laundromat makes sense when necessary, as I’m an earlier riser. Recycling and landfilling is for the city dogs, I’d rather have a fire. I don’t mind getting home late, as it’s warm walking those laps in the Plaza. Don’t get me wrong, a truck is a great way to get away from the cities, hauling garbage to transfer station, and when I have livestock, feed home. But I hate the idea of daily motoring, and using a car to get around the city. When I retire, and have my off-grid homestead I’ll certainly have a truck but I doubt I’ll go into town more then once a week or less to buy food and feed I can produce, wrapped in plastic for the burn barrel to eat. I look forward to someday looking at the wooden tongue and groove, only having a trash and compost bucket, and producing as much of my food as possible without all the wrappers and plastic. Each day, and year is one step closer.
I am still excited to be back to work today. It seems like I’ve been home a lot with the holidays and the cold weather and no longer having Big Red. I am sure I would ride even more and spent more time outdoors if it had been so darn cold, but it is still January out there. Not that I would have necessarily gone out to Madison County over the New Years holiday, because I think there is too much snow up there. Maybe I would have gone out to Rensselearville State Forest for winter camping and rip roaring fire in January or February, or gone skiing if I had gotten skis but alas I did not. But it’s good to be back at work, as there is a ton of things to keep me busy and my mind active writing code and SQL statements. I am ready for the challenges of the new year both at work and not owning a vehicle.
with people pushing you left and right to get another car and saying it’s so sad to not be a motorist, but honestly I don’t care though I do at times still feel the sting of Big Red and realize the inconvience of not owning an a car. I get it, figuring out the trash and wash is kind of a pain, 
but most people figure out alternatives. I think the going early to the laundromat makes sense when necessary, as I’m an earlier riser. Recycling and landfilling is for the city dogs, 
I’d rather have a fire. 
I don’t mind getting home late, as it’s warm walking those laps in the Plaza. Don’t get me wrong, a truck is a great way to get away from the cities, hauling garbage to transfer station, and when I have livestock, feed home. But I hate the idea of daily motoring, 
and using a car to get around the city. When I retire, 
and have my off-grid homestead I’ll certainly have a truck but I doubt I’ll go into town more then once a week or less to buy food and feed I can produce, wrapped in plastic for the burn barrel to eat. 
I look forward to someday looking at the wooden tongue and groove, only having a trash and compost bucket, and producing as much of my food as possible without all the wrappers and plastic. Each day, and year is one step closer.
I am sure I would ride even more 
and spent more time outdoors if it had been so darn cold, but it is still January out there. Not that I would have necessarily gone out to Madison County over the New Years holiday, because I think there is too much snow up there. 
Maybe I would have gone out to Rensselearville State Forest for winter camping and rip roaring fire in January or February, or gone skiing if I had gotten skis 
but alas I did not. But it’s good to be back at work, as there is a ton of things to keep me busy and my mind active writing code and SQL statements. I am ready for the challenges of the new year both at work and not owning a vehicle.