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I started off writing this as a comment … but doing so may have seemed I was attacking someone for their views and that wasn’t my intent – cause I don’t disagree. So y’all get my ramblings as a main page post instead rather than a response to another comment.
A friend of mine watches too many podcasts about wuflu and politicians and health and pedophiles and … on and on and on. I tell him to quit paying attention to that crap: it’s fake or click bait or the equivalent of poking a hornet’s nest. So crap is coming down on the nation. Can you do anything about it? Is it affecting you directly in this right now here and now?
filled with water in the summertime
a logging railroad once ran along the creek
So whacha gonna do, eh?
Write your congress-critter?
Wait for God to do something?
Start shooting up the streets?
I don’t disagree with the sentiment – I also rant and rail at the never-ending “news” about everything and nothing – but we’re on the roller-coaster – the bolts are loose, the rails are pulling up, and the people in front of you are puking into the wind in your face; it’s rolling along, up and down, rocking sideways – apparently out of control … but we’re the riders, not operators – and we can’t get off to get to the controls.
Regardless of the Electoral College (and assuming the vote numbers are correct – a dubious assumption), Trump only won 49.8% of the vote (77.3 mil) and the whore won 48.3% of the vote (75.0 mil). The country is split near-on 50%.
So whacha gonna do?
Me? I sit back, pretend life is “normal”, and realize I have no say in the matter – good or bad. I deal with this web site and friends I have here as a result, I build models, fiddle with electrons, and have no problem paying for or obtaining supplies for either. I’m not hungry, I have shelter and a wife who loves me in spite of all the crazy things I do. Money in the bank, no debt except house payments which are reasonable. More than reasonable in today’s market. Neighbors are OK, my vehicles work and I can come and go as I feel like.
Life is good. Better if I ignore the news … which I can’t seem to do.
The kids are their own future – let them deal with it; my future is limited – I don’t invest in 20 year bonds, I don’t adopt puppies or kittens as pets. We – baby boomers and older – lived through the best times as adults the world has ever seen. Yep – it’s too bad the best of times have passed but as someone said, “the old live in a foreign country“
If y’all believe “God’s will be done“, then it doesn’t matter, does it? It’s in God’s hands and He will do what He will do.
If you believe in “God helps those who help themselves”, then do what you can – little as it may be outside of local community, friends, and family – to prepare for the likely.
If “end of the world as we know it” is likely, then prayers to Murphy may be in order … and isn’t Murphy a manifestation of God? So live life like there’s no tomorrow – cause there may not be … and there’s not really a damn thing any of us can do about it.
I could have written most of that.
I’m trying to back out of the system – the online system.
Guess I’m kinda hard headed, as my dad used to say. Lately I’m seeing cracks in the system become chasms and I’m not liking it. Duck n cover, as it were.
Seriously, I think it’s the influx of AI that has caused me to reassess. I simply cannot standing fakeness, lying, and any form of deception. I’m not good about dealing with such things. When encountered I create distance from them.
Go try to watch a youtube, on any subject. I dare ya. The place is infested with AI and/or wannabe hollywoodites – showboats. Every website wants me to sign up for their newsletter and wants me to turn off my blockers. The business sectors want to force me to do various ID prooferages. I can’t even check my bank account any more without having to get my phone involved. Safety reasons, so they say. Pshaw… Just one more way for them to track me. What if I don’t have a phone? Does that mean I can’t access my account?
All the news items are the same, with a slightly different flavored icing smeared over the top. Written by people with foreign looking names, or negresses with unpronounceable names or pudding headed white gurlz that have long fashion bills to pay and lying is 2nd nature. And the occasional obese male cuck that longs for….gummibears.
I’m at the far end of the life stick. 71 years ago the life stick seemed real long but it was an illusion, of sorts. It starts off slow and picks up speed slowly until one day, if you’re paying attention, you notice it’s flying at lightspeed – er, timespeed. I don’t know how much I have left but it could be as little as 5 minutes, or even less!!!! YIKES!
Anyway, I’m starting to realize some things that have been there all along but for some reason have only started to become important to me lately. I want to fully appreciate what I have and what I have left. Here on the ghost compound I can, create change, and try to make my/our world a little bit better each day. I have no say in anything outside our property lines and almost every human being I have contact with lives within a few miles of here, save a few entities more than a thousand miles from here occasionally. shrug
I’m going to start becoming scarce online in all ways. I am going back to my source. Living for truth. Closer to the earth. Deeper in my soul. Finding meaning in my life. Enveloping myself in good. This won’t happen overnight but it’s already underway.
This is our 15 year old Tawny Autumn sleeping in her rack in front of the fireplace this morning while it was 24 degrees outside and snowing. She’s starting to look a little straggly won’t be with us much longer and I want as much of her as I can get. I held her when she was an infant and I’ll hold her when she’s gone. I’m going to walk through the snow and go in the house and hold Tawny right now and I don’t know what’s going to happen after that. And I don’t really care.
Advice to DT: Pay off that house and have 5 years worth of FRN’s and metals for property taxes.
Negative further out.
Don’t blank too far out of touch. You’d be missed ’round these parts.
Mamacat here is 9 or 10 … or so. Kittens turn 7 soon. They may outlive me yet but Mrs DT is younger. Too warm here to fire up the fire. Still waiting for winter.
House: I’m a little bit older than you. I could do it but it would take too much reserves to pay; interest is low (mortgage far cheaper than rent in these parts) and value of dollar I use to pay that mortgage is decreasing. Reserves are at work at higher interest than mortgage so net “gain” in depreciating asset. I have acceptable cash flow in, and a healthy reserve for when the SHTF.
If I were 10 years younger … if I was still working at professional salary … if, if, if. But “is” beats “if”.
May have to visit your neck of the woods in next few weeks (“your neck of the woods” relative to where I am now). I-80 etc to NW of Indy in Feb/Mar … Oh boy!
We went back n forth for a few months for the reasons you are now claiming. Is it better to keep the cash on hand, or just pay it off. The amount due was $19k and we had more than enough on hand, but didn’t want to let it go. But we wanted that release real bad so in Dec we forked it over. Turns out, we had the paper al along. Having never paid for a crib before we didn’t know what it entailed. It’s similar to buying a ride. You have the title but if there is a loan on it there is a lien on the backside. Pay the lien and get a “clean” title. A clean title is not necessary to sell. So, we have a title to the crib but it has a 1st lienholder on it. It costs $200 to get a copy of the clean title. We have an additional paper that says the lien was satisfied.
This journey started in 1988 when we bought the first home. It cost $49,995.00 and was a brand new builders spec home with lot and appliances. We stayed there for 2 years and sold it and moved into a better/bigger builders spec home that cost $79,900.00. Stayed in that one until 2002 (12 years) when I designed and built our brand new custom home. With a builder discount (builder was my best client over 20 years), lots of subcontractor discounts (favors), and a whole lot of additional credit card debt, and a loan of $155k we built it and moved in. It was our dream. Every designer lives everyday thinking about his dream home. We sold it 4 years later due to unforseen drastic circumstances, for $330k and moved here to the woods up north on small acreage. Next month it will mark 20 years that we moved here.
So cute! I love the way she sleeps. Happy hugs!
I really like coming here, it’s a respite from the crazy stuff everywhere.