My heart always lifts when I listen to this song. The variety, beauty, majesty, mystery, etc etc of nature is always a balm to my soul. Needless to say (again, but I am going to anyway) that balm is being tainted and destroyed. BUT! Here are two videos that posted today on the Canadian weather site that worked their magic on me:
https://www.theweathernetwork.com/us/videos/gallery/recovering-koala-getting-a-belly-rub-is-all-you-need-to-see-today/4108330236001/6132718999001/most_popular
https://www.theweathernetwork.com/us/videos/gallery/ice-dropped-450feet-into-a-hole-makes-the-most-star-warslike-sounds/sharevideo/6132228062001/most_popular
Yesterday I started prepping LG for sale. I am going to start with a Craig's List ad to see if there is any interest out there for a direct sale. Only one other is for sale in the area and it is the sister unit that was on offer in June 2019 at Kiefer RV.
I am sad not to be able to enjoy being immersed in nature (note below) in this sweet little escape pod. But there is no point in having a mirage of escape parked in my driveway that I cannot deploy by myself at a moment's whim. I did have that with the two van RV's I owned.
However, I am becoming concerned that my driving skills are worsening. Just yesterday in my new sweet little Prius, I tried to slip between two parked cars in a crowded parking lot, and managed to lightly scrape the side of my car. There was no apparent damage to the one I grazed. Maybe I should consider securing a "backup emergency boyfriend", who just happens to be an auto body magician. This comes to mind because my primary boyfriend (among many other fine things) is a computer tech magician. Or, I could just use my checkbook, as usual when confronted with a capability gap, of which I have an abundance.
Note: By immersed, of course I mean in a warm, comfy, fully functional tiny home with screened windows. I'm the very the "the very model of a modern Major Glamper"
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Friday, February 14, 2020
A gut laugh followed by an ecstatic update
Gut Laugh: An excerpted paragraph from George Will's Thursday opinion in the Washington Post regarding the current status of the still active Democratic presidential hopefuls:
"In politics, too, the product itself matters more than the marketing of it. Bloomberg’s incurable anti-charisma makes him the equivalent of a no-nonsense sedan, an agreeable contrast with the gaudy chrome-and-tailfins of Trump, a human land-yacht. Bloomberg’s demeanor is that of someone who knows how to smile but resists the inclination. There are, however, credible reports of a dry — arid, actually — Bloomberg witticism. Asked about a possible fall campaign between two billionaires, he replied: Who would be the second one?"
Ecstatic Update:
I traded "the beast" (RAV 4) in for a beautiful 2017 Prius Four. Why a 2017? Was it my ridiculous frugality coming to the fore? No, dear reader(s): it is the LAST year that any Prius has a CD slot. I am not so much aging, as becoming irrelevant in the consumer economy.
After running some numbers and local availability on the RAV and the Little Guy trailer, I had an estimate of the "damage" my not-quit-year-long towing experiment would inflict. I went into this fully willing to pay the damages. Apparently they might add up to one annual non-taxable gift according to 2020 IRS rules. Hence, this adventure will be viewed (by me) as a gift to my inner child. She almost never got to be the silly, carefree decision maker since, well, shortly after my birth.
So, on Tuesday I started looking for a replacement car (actually, I only looked to see what used Prii were out there). Kendall had two 2017's, BOTH WHITE. So I zipped over there to check them out. When I was escorted to the first one, I spontaneously leaned in hugging her exclaiming: "oh honey" as one would a briefly misplaced child. I am sure my saleswoman thought me certifiable (just like the Prius!). But I had wisely asked the male salesman who approached me upon arrival that I wished to work with a woman. As a sex we are much more accepting of spontaneous goofiness. I test drove both, and bought one Wednesday. That might sound rash to those who know my fiscal sobriety. Perhaps, but so what says my in-charge child.
This model has all the safety features of my RAV of which I become very appreciative. It is white (you're, welcome Mom) with a light colored interior (strangely very rare in the wild). And it includes a little pad on which I can charge my (likely never to own if I continue to have a choice in the matter) smart phone. I am back to getting 45+ mpg and thus my inner angst and social embarrassment about driving the beast is history.
"In politics, too, the product itself matters more than the marketing of it. Bloomberg’s incurable anti-charisma makes him the equivalent of a no-nonsense sedan, an agreeable contrast with the gaudy chrome-and-tailfins of Trump, a human land-yacht. Bloomberg’s demeanor is that of someone who knows how to smile but resists the inclination. There are, however, credible reports of a dry — arid, actually — Bloomberg witticism. Asked about a possible fall campaign between two billionaires, he replied: Who would be the second one?"
Ecstatic Update:
I traded "the beast" (RAV 4) in for a beautiful 2017 Prius Four. Why a 2017? Was it my ridiculous frugality coming to the fore? No, dear reader(s): it is the LAST year that any Prius has a CD slot. I am not so much aging, as becoming irrelevant in the consumer economy.After running some numbers and local availability on the RAV and the Little Guy trailer, I had an estimate of the "damage" my not-quit-year-long towing experiment would inflict. I went into this fully willing to pay the damages. Apparently they might add up to one annual non-taxable gift according to 2020 IRS rules. Hence, this adventure will be viewed (by me) as a gift to my inner child. She almost never got to be the silly, carefree decision maker since, well, shortly after my birth.
So, on Tuesday I started looking for a replacement car (actually, I only looked to see what used Prii were out there). Kendall had two 2017's, BOTH WHITE. So I zipped over there to check them out. When I was escorted to the first one, I spontaneously leaned in hugging her exclaiming: "oh honey" as one would a briefly misplaced child. I am sure my saleswoman thought me certifiable (just like the Prius!). But I had wisely asked the male salesman who approached me upon arrival that I wished to work with a woman. As a sex we are much more accepting of spontaneous goofiness. I test drove both, and bought one Wednesday. That might sound rash to those who know my fiscal sobriety. Perhaps, but so what says my in-charge child.
This model has all the safety features of my RAV of which I become very appreciative. It is white (you're, welcome Mom) with a light colored interior (strangely very rare in the wild). And it includes a little pad on which I can charge my (likely never to own if I continue to have a choice in the matter) smart phone. I am back to getting 45+ mpg and thus my inner angst and social embarrassment about driving the beast is history.
Sunday, February 9, 2020
You probably have better things to do; as do I.
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| Words fail me. |
Disclaimer: As previously, declared I have a dark and twisted sense of humor.
https://slate.com/culture/2020/02/pernelet-singing-alligators-crocodiles-philadelphia-north-american-profile.html?via=taps_bottom
That's all I have for today. Rejoice as I do.
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