Tuesday, February 6, 2018

birds gotta swim

This area is known for loads of rain, A given, Since I have been back it has rained 22 days in a row, non stop, all day all night, I lie, there was a twenty minute let up, mid day a few days ago, everyone lost their minds with joy! 

Chuckanut drive, the scenic road that should have never been built , due to instability and gravity, always has boulders crashing down on the road, mudslides, and washouts. It was built above cliffs that fall directly into the sound. A narrow  twisty curvy road that is absolutely breathtaking in it's beauty - loads of car commercials shot here. 
Loads of lives lost here as well.
I came close!
Early in the morning driving home from work I totaled my car on this drive and nearly went over the edge, bounced off of the guard rail, overcompensated -slammed into the rock hillside-bounced off of the boulders and back into the guard rail, like a pin ball wizard.
The road can be slippery.

Below, a biker on  the trail by my friend's house a  mile south of me.

usually these drift wood sculptures are high and dry in the artists yard. He commented that , good to use wood!

Everywhere sounds like a water fall, 
melting,  gushing, and wouldn't South Africa benefit from some of this? 
Balance is just another word...

On the road way, not a real waterfall, just rain runoff!
Oh, in case you were wondering "Chuckanut" comes from a native term for " long beach far from narrow entrance". I always thought it had something to do with squirrels, wrong, again...
and, follow up on Emily's fiance
He had to wait for his insurance to kick in at the first of February before he could be seen for his symptoms.
His death so easily could have been prevented had it not been for our system here, of "let them die!"

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Miracle worker

So, you will not believe me I am sure of it. At the risk of sounding like  a quack alternative wacko medicine person, This is my story.
When I was in London, one day I noticed that this alien was growing out of my face, not an infection, a genuine cancer looking creepy thing irregular in shape, bumpy and weird, and growing by the minute, noticeably so, every morning it had a new, more impressive  life. 
I asked around , sent photos to people who know stuff...they said "go to a doctor!!! Yesterday"!!!
I checked London for skin doctors...found one who would see me for over 200 pounds just for a consultation. 
I remember , in the back of my mind reading somewhere that Zinc and ascorbic acid  were good for healing, and for skin.
Went to BOOTS , bought a cheapo bottle of said  good, made a paste, applied it for three nights, and 

Alien cancerous looking scary thing - GONE!
I am  like Jesus!

dual purpose cars, or not

I have never had a thing for cars, except for toy cars, which I can not resist it seems, I have quite too many! 
The only cars I have liked in real life have been the camping sort, and pick up trucks.  

The vehicles that get you to where you are going and also become your resting spot, kitchen, abode, sanctuary...

I lived in a VW camper van for a summer in an orchard. It was perfect! It moved at snails pace, which was also perfect. 
Very comfortable, everything I owned was right there, in the map pocket!
Then I went back to Wyoming for another summer. My friend lived in this sheep wagon. 
IT was bliss! 
Compact, everything needed within arms reach, including a rifle and a hatchet.

It seemed that every summer , a good part of it anyway, was spent in  a travel trailer, or a car, My folks loved to drive-  covered many states and Canada-me- enduring the back seat with my brother spitting on me and punching me, and making fun of my stuffed monkey, as brothers do. My Dad, smoking Lucky Strikes in the drivers seat, made sure to keep windows rolled up for maximum toxicity.  How are we still alive, we, who grew up in the fifties? It was fun when we hauled the travel trailer with us instead of staying in motels, , always an adventure, as the hitch could come loose , usually going up a mountain side. 

I think I may have burned out on car travel. Living in the middle of nowhere in the vast USA, cars are just part of the deal. I prefer countries where walking and bus riding are more common. I do not like to drive, at all!

My folk's generation truly had a love affair with cars, Dad traded for a new one every year!
He bought seven cars for me.
Some of them worked.

I will say, however, in spite of my dislike for car travel, going with Sarah in her car through Northumberland and around London was the most superb adventure, Sarah is a magnificent driver!!! 
She astonished me with her driving skills!

She is not Chinese, so that is a plus.
And so, here I am , back in the land of cars and gas guzzlers and horn honking . My car rattles , the wind could take it off of a bridge with a whisper! I try to not drive...but you know, umurka.