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Not My Reality

July 5th marks the third anniversary of the absence of female companionship in the NO Princess Palace.  Certainly there have been some half-hearted attempts to remedy that situation.  Mostly they fizzle when the discovery phase reveals I live in an RV.  One exchange that showed promise evaporated when I was asked to describe the interior of the Palace.  When I replied “think trapper cabin like on one of those Alaskan reality shows” that was the end of that.  Adios chica!  🙂  Seems to me a fair percentage of women my age (from personal observation only with no empirical data to back it up) are lookin’ for the ticket on the Easy Livin’ Bus that will take them to the end of the line.  Probably goin’ to piss some wimmens off with that remark but Little Blondie was a pro rider on the Easy Livin’ Bus.  Been there; done that.  Nunca mas.

The reason I even bring up the anniversary is I made contact with two old flames in the last coupla weeks —  like old 1970’s era type flames – and it was decidedly odd and a bit surreal.  These good lookin’ and intelligent women grew up in the same environment (mostly) that I did and 40 years ago we had beaucoup stuff in common.  Somewhere though there was this great divergence.  Both of them plan on working several more years. Both of them are worried spitless about keeping there jobs.  Both of them have kids and grandkids.  Both of them are not closely involved in their kid’s lives because you know –  work and shit.  Both of them are single and both of them seem very distraught about that. Both of them define success by how much ‘stuff’ they have.  I found out we were all strangers now and it was most likely to stay that way.

Dog Romp

The mainest thing to realize is I am good with flyin’ solo if that is what my future holds. Life sure is simpler when it is just me and a little black face dog. During this morning’s dog romp,  I was enjoying a good pipe and watching Vela Von get some exercise;  all the while contemplating what is on my plate as we move into the last half of 2017.  I am putting together another great adventure and the pieces are falling into place a little bit at a time.  No bus ridin’ anywhere in my plans.

10 years of fulltiming in an RV have gone by and while my simple life has clarity,  the rest of the world is getting crazier by the day.  I used to get all crazy too until I figured out my best course was to focus on my small sphere of influence where I could actually make a difference.  It was a zen moment and quite possibly kept me from becoming a serial killer or something.  You know, it is hard enough to separate the fly shit from the pepper on a good day in this increasingly complicated world.  When the main stream media is telling you “Hey — that is guaranteed 100% pepper Citizen!  No fly shit here according to our reliable unnamed sources – move along, move along!” ;  life does not become easier to figure out.  I am going to offer up one single and very recent  example of our increasingly ludicrous and unbelievable world and then move along…

From here:

Female soldiers must give “dignity and respect” to transsexual men who join them in their shared shower rooms, according to training manuals leaked by soldiers in a mandatory class.

But this “dignity and respect” is a one-way street, according to the training slides, which were developed by officials working for former President Barack Obama. “Transgender Soldiers are not required or expected to modify or adjust their behavior based on the fact that they do not ‘match’ other Soldiers,” according to the slides, which were first leaked by TheFederalist.com.

Even if I was trippin’ on LSD, I could not make up something this bizarre. These words are not a liberal manifesto from some  snowflake on a University Campus friends.  This is the United States Army fer chrissakes.  I simply cannot participate in such easily accepted madness.  We still DO have a choice to not participate you know. So far anyway…….

My runnin’ buddy

I honestly don’t know how My Bro and I ended up on a whole nuther channel from most folks but we talk about it often during our Happy Hours at the Secret Hideout.  Talk flows back and forth with a cold beer in hand and as the years go by we are both getting closer to being on the same page.  He says I am the happiest person he knows with the least amount of fuss.  I gotta agree.  He talks about our legacy and how we have to pass what we know on down to the kids and grandkids even though that is definitely not the norm in today’s society.  I worry about regaining some of the lost skills my parents possessed.  Kids need to know how a scrambled egg gets on your plate, how a bee hive works and what a crock of sauerkraut smells like when it is makin’.

I have said it before……………….   If not us, then who?


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End Note:  American Dream by Lucinda Williams from the World Without Wheels cd.

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3 comments to Not My Reality

  • I agree that flying solo is calmer and easier. I tried getting back with an old flame from back in the 70’s last year. We are too different and his idea is if I would just stop being so stupid and live like he tells me to everything would be all good. I’m kinda used to making my own decisions and living with what happens. We are now friends and he can usually hold off lecturing me for the short amount of time we see each other. The RV living was an issue as he thinks it is a truly stupid thing to do. Ah, well, the cat and I enjoy it.

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  • Terry

    Another great post Andy I like that you tell it like is, You have a very good way with the written word.

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  • Richardo

    Thank you AJ, you’ve taken me to my knees and brought tears to my eyes with your honesty….Well, maybe not a totally moist genuflect but you know what I mean.

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