Thanks but I took care of it, washed it then hit it with xylocaine topical, took a benadryl before going to bed. Still mildly sore this morning and it could last for up to three days, Harvester ant poison is 20 times more toxic than a honeybee's and unlike the honeybee the ant can keep stinging.
I've collected many Atlas' over the years. Now, they are more a history lesson than a way to find your way. Countries that used to exist are no longer there, many new names...
I've been on Route 66 multiple times. The first time when my parents brought us to Cali from NC. It was the only road available. Then we drove back that way three years later. When I left Cali in 1975 on my Honda, I followed '66 as much as possible, but even then it had given way to Interstate 40.
I have GPS on my truck. If I set my address in Birchwood when I leave Willow, the damned thing keeps telling me to turn right at every intersecting road. Only problem...every intersecting road ends at the inlet and my truck is not equipped for amphibian operations. GPS systems do have limitations. AND, they want you to update map info, for a fee, of course.
Indeed it does. We don't buy maps any more but heavily depend on the Garmin. I think I would not dare drive the roads of Los Angeles without a GPS system. Gracie is far more brave than I am. But when Hombre and I were driving the entire state of New Mexico as well as a good chunk of Texas, we had maps to every city, town, village, and sometimes county. If somebody was headed for Tijeras NM (population 500 or so) and needed a map, we had one.
YIKES!!Good morning everybody. Our windows and doors are wide open to welcome in the crisp fresh morning air. We'll close up later today as it warms into the mid 80's. The sky is so blue now it hurts your eyes to look directly at it, but later it will give way to white thunderheads and a few showers here and there. It is still monsoon season in New Mexico. But as I lament that the showers are still too inadequate to fully break the back of our prolonged drought here, I am reminded of our blessings.
A friend who lives in the area recently posted these photos:
Interstate 12 approaching Denham Springs LA.
And when the rains came, 90% of the homes in that parish have been severely damaged or destroyed:
OK for you. Last week, I invested in a John Deere 410, with a custom boom mounted on top! Worth its weight in gold in these parts, I assure you.
Ah, cut some slack, Gracie! We don't stand on soap boxes in the CS, and everyone needs a place to just be a regular 'joe'. How's the transition progressing?
Hi, Chris!!Hi CS!
We have hummingbirds in Alaska, too, but effort is better expended building bat and swallow houses. Both bats andWe're overcast with sprinkles down here.
Been watching the hummingbirds, three of them keep chasing each other off the feeder and around the yard. One will land on the feeder then another will come and hover above him and the chase is on.
We've had one very bossy hummingbird that does that too. Must be the male.
It's a strong trait of hummingbirds, especially the ruby throat and rufus. They can be very territorial especially when there is only one feeder. There is less fighting over the feeder when you put out 10 or 12.
I put several feeders out on different walls. Invariably at least one of them assesses the placement and takes a position in a bush on the corner where he can see both walls and attack either one.
We estimate around 18,000 lbs (close to 8.100 kg), so, yeah, you're probably right. Would I mind having that much gold? Well, I certainly could not use it unless I converted it into the proper equipment, etc.
While things might feel like a revolving door with multiple outlets, you will eventually settle on one exit. Your own spirit will make that place home. Remember, home is where the heart is, not the stuff.Gonna share this. Debated with myself whether to or not, but I think I wanna. So I am.
I have been praying a lot. And mood swings? omg. Thoughts of just saying fuckit and not deal with life any more? Yup, that too. Thinking thinking thinking, calling calling calling, hunting hunting hunting. And lots of praying and just talking with God..begging, pleading, then finally saying ok...lead me. I will go. Sometimes I know you hafta say no. I might not like it, but...I'll do it. Tell me what to do. SHOW ME.
And He did. He is closing this door. But he opened other doors and left it to me to choose which one to walk through. So I chose wicked LA area. Then I begged, pleaded, cried, sobbed, and questioned my decision and asked if I am taking the path He hoped I would take because it was my decision, after all. At least He opened the doors to 3 places..not counting living in our vehicles. To be honest, I am still musing over that one too. I shouldn't though, because yet another 2 doors opened yesterday and today.
We are on 3 waiting lists here locally, for low income housing. It is a 3 to 5 year wait. Lots of people are on that list..us included. But I called all three and gave them the updated info to the LA area, and when a unit comes available..they can reach us and we can come back home. One of those places has a landlady that spoke with me almost an hour on the phone..just chatting about how hard it is nowadays, and she might be in the same boat herself soon, and general chitchat. But she also said she would do what she could to get us in as fast as she could because us being retired property managers...well..she has no relief if she wants a vacation, or family problems where she needs some days off to go to them, etc...and she was going to speak to her bosses about us being back up managers for that possible scenario. I won't hold my breath cuz she said not to, but she would try. I perked me up a bit, but as soon as I saw the 12 boxes in the dining room stuffed with things I could not bear to get rid of and everything else gone..I burst into tears. That was yesterday.
Today...MrG and I went to the bank to start a new account for our SS checks to be direct deposited since the bank we have used for 30 years here, does not have a branch anywhere in LA. So..I found two local banks that have two branches no more than 1 mile from where we are going to be living. I chose one of the two because they said "we do this all the time. We can help you". And boy, did they. THEY sent a fax to SS with the new routing number, new bank, etc...which means MrG and I don't have to sit in the SS office for hours. The bank is doing it. Plus, they said I qualified..ME...for a cc if I wanted one. Did I? I said sure. I have a secured card for only 300 bucks so I can build my credit and she said its BUILT, missy. I have a credit amount of 2500.00. I was amazed. The new checks will go straight to our new address, the CC will come here where we are now because it will arrive in a few days and I am going to use that to pay for my new eyeglasses because I have been going without any since the surgery and have been stressing where to find the money to pay for the new lenses. I don't have to stress any more. I have a new CC coming.
I take that as a sign that the paths He showed me...I chose the right one. I may not like living there, but its a roof. I may have had to sell all my stuff, but I can get different stuff. I may only be there a year but at least I can come home cuz I am on the list to come home. And my family...MrG, my 2 furkids and I...will survive. Hell, I may keel over dead before I get to come home from some ailment, but at least I know I CAN, when they call. IF I don't like it there.
So..I am still moody. Still sad. Still stressed a bit over this. But doors keep opening. I kinda like that. Whats on the other side, I ask myself. I'll find out soon enough.
LMAO!!
I still come out ahead. Can you clear 200 acres of trees and erect a barn using your gold coins?
I still come out ahead. Can you clear 200 acres of trees and erect a barn using your gold coins?
