Friday I worked overtime and after work I took Rusty to Blimp Road where it was too hot and he cut the walk short and sat by the car in it's shade.
Three storm formations are building the Eastern Atlantic, none of them are rated as likely to build into anything more than rainy tropical rainy waves. When one of them does, there will be much worry about the safety of stuff in peoples' lives.
Hurricane season starts June 1st so the unwary and inexperienced need to be reminded that peak hurricane season is shared by September and October when the ocean waters have been nicely warmed by longer summer daylight hours. Recently the National Hurricane Center in Miami advised the hurricane season will produce some doozies in their estimation: NOAA August 4th.
A lunch break Friday saw me converting our piggybank into a $36 deposit at the machine that sorts coins at First State Bank. The piggybank itself will soon go on Facebook by my indefatigable wife who is selling anything we don't want to store or carry in the van, which amounts to a lot of surplus stuff.
As she is already retired she is in charge of packing, so I have to nail down anything I want to keep, not much, as every day the house attains that state of Zen emptiness that I secretly happen to prefer.
My father threw out my childhood belongings the day after he sent me to Italy to sort out my mother's inheritance which she left to us youngsters and superstitiously refused to write a will. By the time my sisters had finished fighting over the inheritance, a spectacle that revolted me and turned me off to money for the rest of my life, my childhood was gone into the dumpster and was too late to retrieve from my childhood home in England.
That set the pattern for my life, a collection of progressively fewer and fewer things: when I emigrated to the US, when I moved onto a boat, and so forth with each of many changes I shed more vestiges of my history in each move. The result is I have hardly anything to my name, a few books and with the blessings of digital recordings I have an iCloud of photographs. It's easy then to move into the van for me.
And as I came into the world so shall I leave it one day, with no regrets for the things I have scattered along the way and discarded as I went. There is much to see and the weight of stuff slows you down.
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We all have our opinions and we also can choose who to trust. Sadly, we can no longer trust “scientists” and others who are supposed to provide us with real information and not political leaning commentary.
I stay away from sick people as much as I can and practice universal precautions. I don’t wear a mask.
If you want to follow a certain ideology, that’s fine. But you must keep it to yourself in public and definitely in the workplace.
This is your blog—and it won’t be “fact checked” so you can say anything you’d like. Even your own opinions, right or wrong.
Please drink water so I can stay hydrated. And don’t forget to take your vitamins today. Because mine won’t work unless you take yours.
#MyBodyMyChoice
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