The New Me

Ever since M and K came over--3 times, I think, to help me get rolling with organizing and culling, I've felt an internal pressure to maintain and not live like a sad and lonely man.  Well, I still live the life of a sad and lonely guy, but I don't allow some of the trappings.

It spilled over into other parts of my life which I've neglected.  And all of a sudden, I have tons of work.   Hopefully, it will last.  That is my intention.  There is plenty yet to do, but at least I know how and things aren't going backwards.

I can't even leave a dirty pan after I cook.  Right after.  The food waits until everything is cleaned and put away.  I'm getting that down to a quick process.  If stuff is stuck to that pan that needs soaking, then I'll leave it to soak.  When the plate is done, then it all gets handled.

That sounds silly and basic.  To me it is rocket science.

The landlady asked me to paint the wood railing out front and a door to what she calls the bunkhouse.  I think of it as a shed with a nice door.  One of those with 10 windows.  If you see a door like that, and the paint is all flaky and gnarly, don't go out of your way to paint it.  It will take plenty of scraping, then sanding, then sanding some more, and that is just to arrive at the point where you can do an adequate job.

Actually, I enjoyed it.  One side had to be blue and the other white.  That is trickier than it sounds with all the windows.

When she asked, she said they'd pay me to do it.  I never asked how much.  Now she wants to know what they owe.  I'm so glad for how they deal with me, leave me alone yet make every effort to accommodate me, that I can't charge them much more than materials I bought for some of the projects.  I'm also replacing the molding around my front door.

It is some kind of therapy.  Didn't see it coming.

I'm looking at the stone box.  It hasn't always been appreciated, but I see now that it should have.  One friend remembers it and it made a favorable impact.  That is a big deal.  I was quite proud of it when I built it, but I was casting pearls before swine.

I think I tried to give it to more than one girl over the years.  Maybe the box can be my test for The New Mrs Me.  If she digs the box then she's in the running.  If not, I no what the end result of our time will be so I have the choice of hitting the road now or later; either way it is inevitable.

Forgot my original train of thought. Amost none of the foregoing was it.  Old Me and New Me have a lot in common.

Cop Motto

"Protect and Serve" is painted on the doors of police cars in many places.  I guess it is San Diego city that has that.  I don't know about the others or what is on highway patrol.

But how many times when I encountered or observed police were they protecting, or serving?  Not often.  I usually see them hiding, trying catch someone on a traffic violation so they write tickets.   At times they do protect people.  Those are generally the same instances in which their behavior qualifies as serving, I think.

A more accurate motto would be, "Mop Up and Disturb".  Most of the time, when you deal with a cop, it is after a crime was committed, violent or otherwise.  They are mopping up the mess.  Or they are disturbing you, maybe at a roadblock, or when you are minding your own business at an overlook on Sunrise Highway.

Just another example of how we accept language that is way off the mark.

Thank You, whatever you are, etc.

I thought I'd start of with a nod of thanks to whoever and/or whatever has looked after me all this time.  By rights I could be unhealthy, dead, dead more than a few other times, or homeless on the street in any of the listed conditions.  Unhealthy and dead are about all that I listed.  Still, I think I get a lot of milage out of the little bit of constructive effort I exert, and the few good decisions I make.

It really is my own fault that I don't have more to show for my time here on this planet that seems to need saving.  It seems that way to lots of people, but I never would have thought in terms of the planet needing saving--not in those words.

I was writing down ideas for all kinds of recycling products long before Hollywood geniuses were suggesting we use only one square of toilet paper per visit.  Long before they were experts on renewable energy and the evils of exhaling CO2.

That is partially why I believe good engineering and clever business would naturally gravitate toward things that don't require fishing new resources out of the ground as much, and would be cheaper.  It is how the honest inventor thinks, provided his God is not government and public money.  That is how I thought before I found out how it work and went into a decade of pure shock and grief.

I understand the need for certain regulation, to a point, but that does not change the fact that people are, and been, suckered.  Some of it may be the natural flow of things--not conspiracy, not planned, just the result of allowing the system to evolve as it has.  The point is, government influencing industry through subsidies, grants, etc., and over regulating--with chosen members of "the business community sitting in and advising--slows true beneficial progress, and even kills it sometimes.  No way to see that from the outside because the casualties rarely get that far.

Thugs are thugs, whether they be in business or government.   Odd how the thugs of business tend to be in bed with the thugs of government.  Even the good guy who got where they are without that biblical knowledge of politicians and other officials, tend to eventually join the club.

Why do you think that is?  I don't think it is to promote an environment which would give rise to a Steve Jobs or Bill Gates in that industry.

Checking out Huffington Post.  Man, they are so wound up in Democrat vs Republican land they lose sight of why anything is there at all.  Their latest contribution to divisive politics is a poll about who would want to see in Congress.

At first I thought it was a quiz on how much you'd love to see me there, or Batman, or some particular person.  No, it was about what condition of birth would you like to see the members possess.  Seriously?  I would like to see more semi-anarchists, highly libertarian leaning people there.  What does that have to do with women or men?  I'll take all Asian women if that is how they think.

Huffpo tends to group people by ethnicity and sex, then pretend you don't really belong to that group unless you think a certain way.  The way they think; which means when considering what you want from the group that wields power over things some prefer they not, in many cases, first thing you consider is tribal ID, based on race and whether they are male, female, or other.  Huffpo readers would like to see more women there.

I would like to see more restraint, and generally more running things the way I prefer it.  If that unlikely fantasy group turns out to be women, fine. If it is 100% White men, fine, 100% Black men, fine.  The point is, I don't care what they look like.  I care about what they do.  And I'm not even sensitive to the feeling of ethnic groups.  But I am apparently less racist and sexist than a big chunk of the population, and less so that Huffington Post.

Sorry, it was on my mind.

Lots of work for this little period of time.  Work here at behest of landlord.  Work elsewhere because of I don't know what.  And the new me project is still moving toward the goal of neat, tidy, organized, and seductive.  The good things is that I haven't allowed any backsliding on the progress that has been made.  Habits are improving.

Unlike many people, I can change certain habits.  Some are tougher than others.  My advantage is that I have never been anywhere too long, and never tied myself to anything or anyone to the point that I can be all that set in my ways, even if I want to.  That has an obvious downside, but I'm mining the silver lining here.

That fits in with my thought that as much as I'd like to own this cabin, I think I'm better off not owning anything out here.  Too many things trap people in this area and then they almost have no choice but to stay.  There is always a choice.  Just not always a pleasing choice.

That is another thing that blows me away;  we live in a time when ownership of much is punished in many ways, yet the many of owners in this nation tend to support self-punishment.    I'm really not a nut.  People have always pointed at differing viewpoints and labeled the nutcases, often finding in the long run that the nutcase was right.

You'll see that I am right, if you live long enough.  It may take awhile.  Already I'm seeing comments about how insane the idea of getting rid of the IRS and this tax code is.  Some ignorant stuff about how that is putting us back pre-Constitution to the Articles of Confederation.  Hey, there was no income tax for a long time, and they had to ramrod an amendment to the Constitution to get it done.   There are other ways which do not involve abuse, confusion, corruption, and prejudice.

You would not believe how great it feels to walk into this place in the evening or afternoon.  Cool, calm, inviting.  It is like entering another dimension.  From the front, there's no way you'd guess what it is like inside and out back.  The impact is far greater with 90% less clutter than there was.

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Next In Line, The "I" Word

What passes as sensitivity to narrow groups, and as a hedge against ignorant troublemakers, is pretty much political gaming and power grabbing.  Whatever you call it, free speech is fading fast.

Oh, yes, you can say whatever you want as long as no identifiable voting bloc finds it offensive.  We've got the N word, which is OK for some to say, but not others.  We have a whole host of F words.  Now fag or faggot is the F word.  Looks like we are headed toward the H word with Homo.

Considering these very groups use the words frequently, and some even berate "breeders", again it is OK for some to say it, but a crime for others.

I'm not anti-gay or anti-[insert ethic description here].  I am anti-use-my-condition-of-birth-as-a -weapon-to-enhance-my-victim-status, and get some special treatment.  Just the power of forcing an apology must be irresistibly exhilarating.  These things become absurd.   Nine times out of ten the offended party is not really that offended, and in no way harmed.

But apologies abound.  Condemnations fit for a serial murderer flourish, people lose jobs, people are branded for life.

There may be a business in that--writing and/or delivering apologies for celebrities.  Maybe they were drunk, maybe it was a case of accidentally blurting out a slur in a foreign language.  They don't even have to know it is a slur or a word, like the macaca guy.

Besides, I thought a fag was a British cigarette.  The proper term when applied to a gay male is "fagunia" anyway, however it is rarely uttered anywhere.  Ever.  I'm very politically correct and all about zero tolerance.  I'd have put that kid with toy gun the size of a quarter away for life.

And if he said the H,N,C,F,Q,R,S,T, I, A, etc. word, off with is head!!!  Oh, geez, that was supposed to be absurdly far fetched, but there is a lot of that going on these days.  I heard it may be illegal to express one's islamaphobia on line.  Hurts the civil rights of those who haven't blown themselves up or anyone else.
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Zero means ZERO!!  And tolerance, well, that depends upon who is expected show tolerance toward whom.  It has become quite a fluid and fickle word.

I don't go around saying N this and that, or homo fag swish, etc. anyway.  I'm not geared toward matters which do not affect me, like your ethnicity or where and how you diddle.   However, I do believe it is a right to say whatever you want about whomever, within the bounds short of slander.  It is your right to call me names, dislike me, like me, and express that how you see fit.

But it has become hate speech if selected groups are the focus of your disdain.  Hate speech is code for "we are buying votes by making you feel powerful as we rip away rights of your detractors".

I think they are fostering racism by playing selectively sensitive, and I hate to see it.  Partly because neither my philosophy nor my trust and faith in a person are in any proportion to what ethnic group, sexual preference situation you are in.  You are either trusted, respected and a friend, or you are something other.  Overall, this trend has set race relations way back.  Every kind of relations; men-women, breeders-fags, black-white, idiot-moron, etc.

So, I am thinking it hurts my feelings when people use the term "IDIOT" in a derogatory fashion.  It hurts my self esteem, and I think it marginalizes a huge portion of the population.  I want it listed as hate speech, and whoever says idiot has to write things a thousand times on the board, and has to mop the sidewalk from here to San Diego.

Idiots are people too you know.  I suggest we be clever and instead of using the word "idiot", we just say, "The I Word", in a lowered voice of course.  Almost a whisper.  And furtively look around for idiots as you say it.

I'd say, "idiots of the world Unite!", but I'm not sure they haven't already done that.



****if I belonged to a religion, and people were continually using that religion as an excuse to be as big a pain the ass to the rest of humanity as possible, I'd change religions.  If I were Catholic and clerics and zealots were shouting "In the Name of Jesus!" as they stoned a woman, or blew up random strangers in public places, and it was a long term trend which showed little sign of changing, I either start a sect called, "Catholics who are not psychopathic homicidal lunatics", or I'd cut myself off from them and not claim that faith.  I wouldn't go, "oh, look at me, I'm so nice, and you are so mean to think we Catholics are a pain in the ass."  I wouldn't just pretend it isn't a problem.

But then, I am no fan of our foreign policy which has enriched weirdo rulers and holy men, been very vague on true purpose, and shown little worthwhile, that I know of, for the effort.

Anyway, I'm a bit skittish about most religions, if they don't have well thought out, hospitable fertility rites.  I'm particularly wary of those faiths which do their best to annoy those to whom they know it is strange, then play all indignant and condemning.  Especially when they are the newcomers to an area.  Talk about lack of sensitivity.  You jump with both feet, forcing customs, people see you as a pain in the ass.

It is annoying any time anyone from outside your country, or other tribal ID, moves in and then starts telling you how to behave, what to change, and how to treat them.  Anyway, I'm a little skittish of a few groups, mostly ones with initials, both churches and not,  

But believing a person or group to be aberrant, misguided, or an unfortunate result of genetic mutation is not the same as expecting to, or even wanting to, limit their natural rights.  The whole conflict comes into play because they don't see anything wrong in forcing others to do as they wish.

Mountain Lion Update

Fish and wildlife visited the site of the goat massacre and confirmed that it was indeed a mountain lion attack.  They found tracks in the area which indicate a mama and cub.

So far they haven't arrested the goat owner for making it hard for the cougar by placing the goat behind a seven foot fence.  That would be par for the course in SoCal, or California altogether.  Few people here tend to recognize the balance when it comes to human survival vs questionable leeway enforced for critters.

They either hate people and think we've invaded the land of bears and squirrels, therefore we should all die.   Or they don't care and would be perfectly happy littering, riding the bumper of the car in front, and shooting anything that moves.  That latter group is mostly transient from the south.

If for any reason I was threatened by a mountain lion and was lucky enough to kill it, I would not notify the authorities for fear of reprisal.  I'm watching for them, though, because it would be cool to see the killer cats cruising through my back yard, which is the Cleveland national forest.

Good News, Bad News, Nature Bullying Again

The good news:  Elected officials in Congress are finally calling for abolishing the IRS, and instituting a simple tax, maybe like the Fair Tax, or a flat tax.

The bad news:  The most vocal on abolishing the IRS are Republican, which means every hard core progressive and Democrat is going to oppose it.

The only real reason people in either party would oppose abolition is because the IRS is like a police force with no rules, and they can influence where it wreaks its wrath.  They want that tool of political coercion, or else they fear it and won't stand up to it because if they lose, the agency can easily cost them plenty.

Of course, tax attorneys would be opposed.  Most lawyers oppose anything that simplifies laws because they make money when regular people have to hire a translator to even get what the law says, and a soothsayer to determine whether they are in compliance.

Even under the fair tax people will trade some under the table, so the few lucky attack dogs that they still need will have opportunity for their sadism fix by going after those enterprising scofflaws.

Let's hope they don't manage to abolish the IRS, then turn around and have Homeland Security hound out those who might think about not cutting the feds in on transactions.  The IRS evolved into a terror agency and Homeland Security is more than poised to fill any power void that changing the tax system would bring.  

It is about power.  Yet this country attempted to establish itself based on severely limiting just such power.  Those who promote it either think the are part of the elite who wields the power or influences officials, or they think if they do everything right no one will bother them.

I suppose that will work for some time if you are a jelly fish.  Sooner or later even good little citizens tend to say something unpopular, or want a larger soda, or who knows what.  Then they wonder what happened.  They happened.

When my stomach feels like iron, I'll go check the talking points on this at moveon.org or huffington post.  I'm sure they'll be against undoing the IRS because it comes from the other side.  And smashing the other side is more important than right or wrong.  Go team.

It would be so cool if a lot of people from both sides realized it is time to squash IRS, which operates without warrants or accountability.  It is in the top three of disgraces this nation has tolerated which defy its stated principles.   Taxing income is a bad idea anyway.  Enforcing this practice by means of an organization with few clear limits and a tendency toward vendetta is a very bad idea.

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Holy smoke!!! Just read an email from the neighborhood info people.   A mountain lion ate someone's goat, up the mountain from me.  Not very far.  It hopped a 7 foot chain link fence.  They say there are 2 lions in the general area, and claim the goat one is four feet high?  Five feet long, excluding the tail.

I just find the four feet tall part tough to believe.  It doesn't sound right but maybe the top of his head is there if he's strutting with his nose in the air.  Spiking the football for murdering an innocent. tasty goat.

If you live up here, and your kids are hopeless, now is the time to send them out to explore the mountain.  If something happens, no one will pin it on you.  Just that ol' mountain lion, and after all, cougars are people too.  But they are bullies as well.

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Come on, Mitt.  Say it is not true.  I saw a headline that said Mitt was planning to rejoin the national dialog.  Those are the words they used.  I'm not sure what national dialog means, but I know what it is in this context---Mitt wants to see his picture in the paper and wants to muddy mirky waters.   No, don't do it.
And please, Bush family, retire the dynasty.  These rumblings about Jeb and some nephew Bush are troubling.  Political dynasties are not in the best interest of freedom, or much else that is desirable.



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Dusting off the UnWelcome Mat

So, I'm doing all this gut wrenching soul cleansing work to actually organize the stuff of my life, make my dwelling neat clean, even inviting and hospitable, and now there are very few people I want anywhere near me.  My Welcome Mat will be edited to read, "Go Away and Die!".   That takes some of the wind out of my sails.

It is good to only know a group of people superficially, so you can assume the best and be blind to their drama and antics.  Once you breach the facade the acquaintanceship immediately reaches the point of diminishing returns.  Such is the case on Ballistic Mountain.

I found out that the better looking of the two psycho women who tried to create trouble at that party, actually managed to incite violence before the night was through.  These people are far too old for this to be understandable or anything beyond sad and pitiful.

Apparently she nabbed some guy on the dance floor and started making out, while her boyfriend sat on the sidelines watching.  He got all huffy and instead of taking it out on her he launched a surprise attack on the guy.  Punching, rolling on the ground, then the requisite fight break up.

Seriously?  At 50 years old or so?  Girls just want to have fun.  I'm so disgusted that I was there, that my alleged friend, The-Lady-Up_the_hill, did nothing to fend off the insane people trying to use me in some game of manipulation--all directed at controlling the LadyUpTheHill.  One short sentence would have done it.  She played dumb, and still is.  Maybe it isn't an act.

I am glad for my friends K and L and C, with whom I play music up here, but the rest of these people I have no desire to know.  C's wife is in the thick of the gossip circle and one of those who likes to annoy single men, and can't resist little sabotage ploys when a single guy is making points with an unattached woman.

It is a sickness I guess, but it is to the point that I have to avoid C in order to avoid his wife, who doesn't grasp the concept of personal boundary.  I'll show up somewhere and immediately she'll approach me with a question of the same type as, "So, have you stopped beating your wife?".  What can you say?   I eventually tell her to piss off, and then there we go.  I can't deal with it any more.

I'm sure they all just blame it on alcohol.  If you can't drink and handle it, drink alone, locked in a closet or don't drink.   Unbelievable.  

Oh sorry I slept with your wife/husband/child/dog, but I was drunk. hahahahehehe.  Oh, that's OK, you sure were drunk--hahahahehehe.  Where's the pepper spray when I need it?  Anyone thinks like that needs to be deported, or fumigated or something.

So, newly worked place, and I find I am even more of a fish out of water than usual.  At least my good friends in Pt L are in no way like these crazy creatures.  K and L aren't either. Neither is C, but his wife is a loose cannon.  At least if I fall off of a cliff, there won't be a big mess to clean up at my house.  But I am definitely rethinking the idea of being a host.  Maybe I'll just be a clean and organized hermit instead.

Judgement Days

I'm not sure, but I think all the decades of avoiding looking at the evidence--pictures, writing, etc.--of my life are partly due my lack of acceptance of my failures, and maybe even my victories.  Just didn't want the truth, whatever it was.

I still find it hard to be happy that I am as I am, in some ways.  But much of that is not any more in my control than the size of my toes.  Even though certain things can't be helped, there is still the capability to compensate and improvise.  It is probably some kind of moral obligation, but I haven't reasoned that out yet.

Doesn't mean you go to hell for letting your glitches rule, but you do get to live a bit of it.  Those who compensate well seem quite happy.  Those who look in the mirror and are thrown into an endless WTF? loop tend to wonder why they are where they are and why they are not more productive.  That loop is very tough to break.

I discovered a number of letters, written to various members of my family.  Must have been in stuff my mother had.  They cast some clarity on a few things.  Nothing huge, but a shock of sorts.  It elevated my already high opinion of my brother.  And of my mother.  It placed my father in a great position should he ever wanted to prove his own -either insanity or insensitivity combined with extreme self centeredness.

The letters I wrote scream of a very lost 19 year old.  I never realized though, that at that early age being alone was a prominent theme in my writing.  I had friends but not really.  Either I chose the wrong friends for awhile there, or I had no real friends.  End result is the same.  Wrong friends aren't friends.

I do just that sometimes now.  I figured that out.

When grownups throw a party with more scheming shallow drama, a general lack of ability to hold their liquor, a less inspiring bands than we did in high school---outside of official school policy and rules, and outside of their supervision--it is a boring, maddening scene,

Our events were 100% pulled off by clubs of about 30 15 to 18 year old ne'er do wells.  I actually hated being a member, but I handled getting some great events put together.  I liked that, plus some girls vied for a date to some of those things.  I was too dumb to work it well to my advantage though.  I had a better chance getting a date if I pretended to be someone else.  Except when I had a girl friend.  Maybe that is why 11th grade was my favorite.  Same girl the whole year.

The last one was on Viscaya's courtyard--open bar, Bahamian bar tender, two bands so there was never a long break.   It was one friend's connections that got us that venue.  I got two bands because the one year I didn't manage things the band did not show.  I believe it was due to Dion S's incompetence.

I took no chances on that Viscaya thing.  It was a big end of the year party.  My prom.  I didn't go to the regular prom.  Too far out of the loop already.  Anyway this thing was formal, and we sold tickets to selected people and had roughly a hundred people.  At least.

I seriously doubt that Coral Gables High or Southwest or Killian or even Palmetto have ever seen a party like that.  No fights, to my knowledge, and the only trouble maker was my date.  I couldn't handle drunks even when I was drinking.   Sort of like the laziest guy in the room ranting about having no tolerance for laziness, telling others to get up and do something.

Here's a tip for those planning a big hooplah event.  Line up someone you really want to be with to accompany you.  Nothing worse than putting on a great project and being stuck with Lillie Lushyeller.
She wasn't that bad.  I think the brothers and her catholicism intimidated me at the time.  It's all coming back.

See what unpacking is doing?  I do not exaggerate when I say decades of neglect.  It doesn't hurt to look at it and deal with it now.  Easy to toss out what isn't relevant to what I need, have space for or want.  And I have to have a reasonably good reason for wanting.

You know, that stupid lush lady hurt my feelings.  No way I can totally explain the night of the fighting Mexican potato, the she-devil, the banshee and the zombie.  Doesn't sound so bad until you realize that your goal on this particular mission is to get along with them and avoid violence.  Now, it is not so easy.  Rules of engagement change the game.

some of the above refers to the previous post which is probably just a different shade of vague
i won't tell you where we got the money--not completely.  We sold things at the swap meet quite a lot.  I created the grab bag special.  We'd just put a selection of trinkets in a paper bag and sell it for a dollar, but they couldn't see what was in it.

They were happy with it and the grab bag special was a good seller.  We always included something worthwhile.  I have to say, some of the swap meet experiences may have been my happiest in high school.  And  I haven't thought of it for many years.  Just this minute.  I never allowed myself to dwell on it long enough to realize I enjoyed it, and was a crazy little businessman at times.  Holy smoke.

That girl-up-the-hill surprised me.  Not in a good way.  Crumby surprises just don't work.

Times Feel Like They Be Changing

Typically, as I whittle this chaos down and begin to bring some neatness and organization into my life, I feel like running away.  To what, I don't know.

I went to the annual big wingding at the winery which is about 2 miles further up or over this mountain.  All narrow, winding dirt road, of course.  Many people show up to this thing, with several of them camping and the whole bit.

They had 3 bands play.  They were OK but didn't spark anything in me.

Drunks up the yingyang.  Banshee women.  Miniature mexican shaped like a potato seemed to want to fight for unknown reasons.  I slipped that one, fortunately.  The screwed up girl-up-the-hill antics and the odd women who injected themselves in our business made the evening and party one of the worst times since arriving in SD.

I actually liked the up-the-hill girl, whom I'll refer to as That F'ing Idiot.  No, too long.  Witless.  Pretty Witless, the waste of my time.

I'm not sure what it is about this area, but in this general age range which includes those 25 years younger, married women will fall all over themselves to sabotage any single man they spot getting close to a single woman.  I've watched it happen to others, and experienced it happen to me.

All I have to say is I do not care if people drink, but if you act like an obnoxious creep when you do, I still hold you responsible.  After last night, if I never talk to one single even just tipsy person, I'll be happy.

So many drama magnets and controlling, boundary jumping busy bodies up here, it is scary.  That is why I do not go out of my way to meet too many people up here.  It makes me want to move to Texas or somewhere.  Maybe Seattle.  Maybe the moon.

But this is still the best cabin or cottage I've seen in this county.  Up and over the hill is out of sight.  Those people back there are not so close.

Uh oh.  I just figured it out.

I'll bet most of the people up here are required by law to dwell a certain distance from anyone else.  Like a restraining order on behalf of the rest of humanity.  That would explain a lot.

Little Things; peace on earth, goodwill to alpine

It has become clear over the last few years that, even if I never unpacked, I'd still need more place for clothes and errant textiles.  Also, it has come to my attention that an amp or speaker cab is not the best choice of bedside table.

Having narrowly escaped TV disposal hell Thanks to some nifty ladies at the brand new Alpine Goodwill facility, I decided to go back and see what was for sale.  They just opened yesterday.

Normally you have to take anything like a TV or computer to Santee which is down there by El Cajon. A long enough way, for sure.  They opted to let me leave it and said they'd get a truck to take it to their electronics donation facility.

I found the perfect dresser/ bedside table.  It is the perfect size for my needs.  Whoever built it did a good job, and even engraved his/her name under one of the drawers.  I think it says Raphael.  It is hard to read.  It is all wood and shows no signs of use.  I thought $35 was a fair price. I hope so.

Little things.  Those dwelling in, or in the process of escaping, negligent chaos appreciate any degree of relief and improvement.  It is affecting me in other ways too.  I'm beginning to address certain other aspects of my life and well being.  I think I'd be hard pressed to even gather the materials used in building this piece for less than $35.  It matches the exposed beams and other cool features of this coolest of all cabins or cottages.

Very soon I will actually host some people here.  My plan is to ask a few pretty girls over, pretending that I am having others show up, too, but I won't invite anyone else.  Then I'll mope and shed a tear or two because no one showed up and they must not like me.  The ladies will then do their best to comfort me.  Winning!!!!


what?  is that wrong?