"There's a guy who fries Bacon naked."
David Letterman
I'm ashamed to say my initial default technique for getting things done is through the copious usage of profanity. This tactic has yet to elicit effective results. An example, It was mid morning when Lisa and I both heard the snap of traps going off in almost syncrosity followed by an, OK I'll say it anguished squeak. ( Actually twin mousetraps positioned tactically in order to outsmart the little *&^tard who had previously stripped the peanut butter, otherwise known as Mouse Crack from the traps in all of my previous efforts). Lisa and I both froze, a grin came over my face followed by various utterances like "gotcha you little *&$er and whose your **&in Mouse Daddy now? Won't waste time with all the disturbance this guy has wreaked lately but I was just bubbling. Anyway these were set under the cleaning cover of the stove where we had heard him the most. Lisa raised the cover and I expected to see a half flattened Rodent as it should have been, rather I saw him cowering in the corner with only his tail caught in one of the traps. Not only that, but as I bent down to look, the Rodent looked me right in the eye. Well shit. At this time I'm ashamed to say I expressed to Lisa that I didn't want to get bit. An unmanly gesture I guess but hey, a hero can't be a hero all the time. So Lisa produces a pair of Spaghetti tongs which I grabbed and started stabbing at the little *&^tard trying to grab him with the tongs. F*&^%ety *&hit, F*&^%ety *&hit as I kept missing with him dancing back and forth within the length of his own tail. I continued vainly at this a few minutes and then decided to grab the trap with the tongs and pull him out that way. This tactic seemed to work except some genius Engineer in China decided to manufacture this particular RV stove with a copper wire whose purpose I haven't a clue but to offer this Rodent a handhold, or pawhold as the case may be. Make a long story short, he grabbed on to this wire with all his mousley might and a tug of war ensued. And with one "Mousley Heave" he pulled his tail out and escaped into a crack. And just like that he was gone. I thought kind of lamely that maybe he had learned his lesson and would exit the RV from the same way he had found his way in. Nope I've had to re bait the traps twice now. Once they had even been sprung. Couple of minutes ago I heard him scampering across the ceiling. Pissing me off each and every time he makes an appearance. Seriously, this has been weighing heavily on my mind. The other night I dreamed of a mousetrap configuration along with the name, I was dreaming remember, the "Hexagon of Death". Yeah we'll get back on this.
Our emergency NOAA radio alarmed for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Not to signal a tornado but a severe thunderstorm. It wasn't a fun experience. Immediately a wind I'd guess to be 60mph or more hit and it was a tough time holding the door open to get out. We decided to ride it out in our vehicle in the event we had to make a quick exit and, well I hate to sit blind. Just like that it was over. I'm not a denier. I'm a realist and certainly not looking forward to the crazy weather that it looks like a certainty that we are going to be experiencing here. Funny, where there likely exists the largest pockets of denial are also likely to experience the worst weather
"I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road"
Stephen Hawking
One of my evening enjoyments is to peruse blogs and forums. Everything from A to Z can be learned in these Internet places. From working on generators, or find the best TV stations using your smart phone, monitoring emergency radio traffic to working on your own vehicles; to the best place to have lunch in say Cuero, Texas. Political Blogs, RV Blogs, Gate Guard Blogs, Travel Blogs, Fat Blogs, Skinny Blogs, Blogs of every race, color or age. There is something intimate in reading the thoughts of someone else. And, I'd further comment some of these Blogs are amazing. I particularly have an affinity reading Blogs written by younger folks. I'm amazed at the courage of a young man or woman who travels, often solo to troubled spots in the world.
How to be unremarkably Average
But phenomena that continues to puzzle me is clicking on an RV blog. One, say well illustrated with pictures of the authors, smiling at the camera ( I'll say it here, we are more of the younger set who've adopted this lifestyle), their family and friends and some of the places they've been. First, a well written blog tracking the course of a Couple's lives over a significant period will abruptly end without comment. No further posts. No epilogue to explain that maybe a horrible crash killed the couple, or they had become lost at sea during a Disney cruise, or maybe even eaten by cannibals in the backwoods of Tennessee ala Deliverance style. Nothing. Just a WTF feeling. Of course the likely cause is somebody just became disinterested but... the mind wanders.
But comically, the thing that also sadly entertains my sick little mind is reading a lot of these same blogs, remember with the pictures of smiling folks in nice campgrounds and restaurants, whose authors go off on the latest greatest fear mongering subject of the day. Well intentioned writings about getting ready for the latest Zombie Apocalypse. (my name not their's). Cartels and Moslems combining to run suicide missions across the Border. A rumor started by a southern lawmaker that had no bearing to reality. Ebola infected immigrants making a run for the Border and showing up at the author's RV to sneeze all over them and then blow themselves up. I'll giggle a bit, click on the next blog button and, with similar smiling and familial pictures, will read about hoarding food AND drinking one's own urine to stay alive. C' MON.
So we recently made a play to purchase three acres near the water to use as a winter haven. Didn't work. And with the price of oil dropping we are finding work a little more scarce and times a bit more uncertain. The plan is certainly not off the table, but we'll see.
So I couldn't resist. Heard this earlier today....memories
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