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Out on the Limb


Thursday, March 31, 2005

I am SO stressed! It's a self-inflicted state of mind, of course. Isn't it always? There's too much swimming around in my mind. I'm operating on overload.

My focus in now on fulltiming in the 5th wheel; promoting biodiesel and solar energy; selling postcards; going places and seeing things and generally helping out whenever I can. I will remain poltically active by speaking out, and encouraging others to do the same. That's a MUST DO. Geez, what a mess.

But my focus is definitely not in my CUBICLE. Arghhh! Every additional hour of my precious life spent in that hole is a teeth gnashing experience. I wasn't born to rot in an office cell. I'm innocent, I tell you!!

Today, a truck driver offered to show me his damaged knees. I should have taken him up on that offer. It would have been a pleasant diversion from the usual. OK...anything is a pleasant diversion from the usual. The old guy's ugly knees got me to thinking about this picture: An old gal's ugly feet. I'm not really that old (50 in a couple of months)...but today I feel old and it sucks.

I have suggested that my workload and info overload are the cause of my stress, but maybe it is my fear of success...

Ah...this helps: "Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun."
- Kahlil Gibran

And this book helps, too: "The Murdering of My Years" by Mickey Z
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Doors and Toilets

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

So I said to my husband..."So...you do realize that when one of us forgets to latch the front door on the 5th Wheel, and the wind blows the door off in the middle of the night...it will be YOU who goes out in the wind and rain to get it."

The way I figure it, that is the price to be paid for never cleaning the toilet.

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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

I was wondering...once we are out on the road as "fulltimers" in our 5th wheel

what do you think it will do to Whisper's psyche to constantly be marking territory to which she never returns? Will she think the world is all hers? Will she drink huge quantities of water in a valient but futile attempt to claim so much new ground?

I was going to tweak the picture above with the warp feature of my software, but she looks goofy enough all on her own!

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What is it ?

Monday, March 28, 2005

I took a picture of it today so you guys can guess what it is. I will tell you that it is one of my unfinished projects. Because of our plans to hit the road (see post below) I have been eyeing everything in the house and making mental categories. This project will go to the recycling bin.

Beyond it are the branches of the humongous kiwi structure (upper part of picture). Yes, it bears fruit because we have both the male and female plants. The blueberry bush is visible. Behind the blueberries is an old growth cedar stump still showing the scars from the springboards. Lumberjacks used springboards because the trunk was too tough to cut at lower levels.

Beyond our yard is a field (mostly wild blackberries)...a couple miles of National Forest...and then you are into designated Wilderness.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home.
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Sunday, March 27, 2005

garden 96
Originally uploaded by sand dragon.
I love this place; but it's time for a change.
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Time for a Change

An idea of mine has been brewing for about three weeks now. Unlike most of my ideas, this seed is finding fertile ground. It's time for a major life change. I refuse to spend my remaining days on Earth trapped in a cubicle. So, we are selling our 2.65 acre residential homestead in the country for a truck to pull around a 5th wheel mobile home. WE = my husband and I, and our dog Whisper.

Since gasoline is a problem in more ways than one, we are looking at biodiesel. I am greatly encouraged by what I have so far discovered. The Oxygen Collective also uses biodiesel.

It does not appear possible that we will be on the road for many months yet (12 to 18?). We are still in the early planning stages. Someday, maybe we will catch up with the Oxygen Collective to help protest the various ills of our over-consuming society. Speaking of which...we have lived in this house for 16 years. I'll let y'all know when we start selling our stuff on e-Bay.

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