Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Monday, March 31, 2025
Well, that’s inconvenient
I was wrapping up an evening of video streaming when this arrived in my email:
Yeah nope, that wasn’t me. So I called the number and talked to a nice guy who had a slight Upper Midwest accent. We got everything sorted out and squared away. They’ll send me a new card. It will arrive in “five to seven days.”
In the meantime, my current card is useless. I have 44 dollars of cash at the moment, a nearly full gas tank, and my stockpile of food, so I’ll be okay for the week. Or more.
Getting a new card number will be an annoyance and an opportunity. I’ll need to update my various auto-pay accounts. But I can also discontinue some subscriptions (including ones I’ve forgotten about) without jumping through their hoops. I just won’t give them my new number. Yay, savings!
However, something was still bugging me as I went to sleep. I had loosely planned on staying here in Pismo Beach for a week or more, but that was flexible, that was my free choice. Now I must stay. I feel trapped. I’m too accustomed to lack of restraints. But I’m a big boy, so…
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Climate change
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Loaded up
With inflation, deportation of farm and food processing labor, and uncertainty about Social Security, I’ve been stocking up on food. A section of my floor that used to contain only my quilt in a duffle bag is now filled with containers of nonperishable food. Plus there’s more in the cupboard. Rice, lentils, oatmeal, ramen, soup, chili, peanut butter, dried fruit, canned meats, canned veggies…
Food, fuel, phone and insurance are my main expenses. I have some money in savings, and I have a little over a week to see whether April’s Social Security gets deposited. Once I get to the Pacific Northwest I won’t be doing much driving until late autumn. I might need to find some type of job.
Yes, anxiety is high, things are uncertain. I try (with some success) to stay calm and positive. And I wish the best for the rest of you.
Friday, March 28, 2025
Well, that’s something different
When my eyes are closed in the dark, I usually “see” blotches of dark color floating in blackness. (I was puzzled by a college friend who claimed to see no colors, only black, when his eyes were closed. Was that actually the case, or was he not fully observant?)
However, last night I “saw” something totally new to me. Somewhere around 2:00 AM I rose to consciousness but still had my eyes closed. At that moment, for about two seconds, in sharp detail, I perceived a dense cluster of carbonation bubbles swirling in a clear liquid against a pale gray background. Sort of like this image I created with artificial intelligence:
Now, I know my usual blotches are the product of the vision part of my brain, independent of light coming through my eyes. And I know our brains can create images in dreams, or when we’re imagining or remembering things while awake. But why carbonation bubbles, of all things? And why at that particular moment of transition from sleep? Was my brain saying, “Here’s something to occupy your mind for a while. Enjoy.” For whatever reason (or for no reason) I can still recall that image. And write about it.Wednesday, March 26, 2025
A 350-mile slog across the desert
At sunrise I packed up the Rolling Steel Tent and rolled out of my campsite on Snowbird Mesa/Poverty Flats just outside Overton Moapa Valley, Nevada.
Then I blasted south on I-15—until I hit commuter traffic in Las Vegas. A good chunk of the 1.7 million adults in the Las Vegas-Henderson-Paradise, NV Metropolitan Statistical Area, plus truckers passing through, plus me, were creeping along slower than the 35 MPH posted on the overhead digital speed limit signs controlled by someone or something somewhere. Sometimes we weren’t moving at all. But things opened up past Tropicana Boulevard, and the drive continued on. Past Jean. Past Primm. Into California.
I was more than ready for breakfast when I got to Baker. It had been about a decade since I had eaten at the Mad Greek. At that time it was a set up like a typical cafe. Sit at a table or at the counter, waitress takes your order, etc. Now the counter is gone, and so are the servers. Instead there are McDonald’s-style touch screens, with an interesting difference. Rather than numbered table tents, the Mad Greek has buzzing pagers. You pick up your order when it goes off. Well, when you’re in a tiny slowly-dying town with a very limited labor pool, businesses (and customers) need to adjust.
The Bacon Scrambowl (a scramble in a bowl) was rather tasty, although the “bowl” was a pressed cardboard tray thing.
With my stomach happy, I continued on to Barstow where I took Highway 58 to its junction with US 395. I turned north. My “plan” was to get as far as Ridgecrest and then decide whether I wanted to go all the way to Lone Pine, or turn west to Lake Isabella. By the time I reached the decision point I had talked myself out of Lone Pine. First was the fact the BLM had made parts of Alabama Hills out of bounds for camping and had set up designated campsites. So I might not be able to get a spot. Second was that my favorite spot, where I could get a cell signal, was technically off BLM territory, and the owner (PG&E, or Los Angeles County, or some such thing) had started enforcing the no trespassing rules. There are a couple of small campgrounds in the area, but I figured they would be full because of decreased camping at Alabama Hills. I would miss the dramatic views, and the showers at the hostel, but, um, oh well. So onward to Lake Isabella.
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
Lots o’ rocks
Monday, March 24, 2025
Why do I do this?
Every now and then I realize something about myself I hadn’t previously noticed. I suppose that happens with most people, except those who are totally unself-aware. (I checked: unself-aware is an acceptable antonym of self-aware.)
So, I had settled into bed last night, gotten the pillows and bedding adjusted to my liking, and was positioned comfortably, when I noticed I was lightly pinching the bridge of my nose, like this:
I knew I had done this many times before. Why? My nose, sinuses, and eyes were fine. So this wasn’t about pain, itchiness, or whatever.
I let go of my nose and moved my hand. That felt wrong. I wasn’t as comfortable. My hand was just… hanging there.
I repositioned my arm. Not quite right.
I repositioned my head. Nope.
I repositioned my torso. Mmmm, not right.
I ended up rearranging my entire body.
I wondered if my nose touching was linked back to a childhood comforting technique. Was this something I did after giving up thumb sucking? When I do this is it a sign of stress, anxiety, or something? Or is it simply a way to signal to my system it’s time to go into sleep mode? I’ll have to sleep on that.
Sunday, March 23, 2025
Not taking the short way
A few days ago I posted I was leaving the desert and going to the coast. Well, I’m still in the desert, just farther north, near Lake Havasu City. I’m going to do laundry and a little shopping, then probably continue north to Lake Mead and Valley of Fire State Park. Then maybe west through Death Valley to the Eastern Sierras. After some time at Alabama Hills I might jog south to Lake Isabella and Kernville for a bit, then finally cross the Central Valley from Bakersfield to Santa Maria.
Because, what’s the hurry? Why the destination fixation? I’m not my father with his Point-A-to-Point-B-in-minimal-time mentality. Or I try not to be when I feel that slipping into my thinking. No. I’ll get to the ocean when I get there.Thursday, March 20, 2025
Let the migration begin
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Wet and wild
A storm blew in this afternoon. And by “blew” I mean 30-50 MPH wind hitting the Rolling Steel Tent broadside. Shake shake shake, shake shake shake. Shake my va-an. Shake my va-an.
There was some rain the other day, but it was a genteel drizzle that slightly dampened the ground and dried up shortly after sunrise. Today’s rain came down in hard diagonal bursts. The forecast is guessing a couple more hours of this. I slipped out during a calm moment to take photos.
I had planned on staying here a few more days. Now the storm is saying, “Yeah, you will definitely be staying put until the ground gets drier and firmer.” The way out isn’t all desert pavement, so it’s better to sit tight. No problem. I have plenty of supplies and nowhere I need to be.Wednesday, March 12, 2025
Crank ‘er over
Yesterday I did some online price comparisons for the replacement battery. NAPA, the closest source, didn’t show the prices. Hmmm. So what about Walmart? That’s where the now-dead battery was from. The price had been very low, and it lasted longer than expected. How much had prices gone up in seven years? About double.
For reference I checked O’Reilly. Whoo! Their cheapest battery was 250% higher than my old one. AutoZone, 200% higher. Interstate Batteries wanted 150% more.
All those alternatives would mean driving to Buckeye, Mariposa, or Casa Grande. So I figured I’d at least check at NAPA before burning a bunch of gasoline.
Small town service can be slow. There was one customer ahead of me, getting wiper blades and some type of fluid. And the solo clerk seemed s-o-o-o-o s-l-o-o-o-o. While waiting I wondered if they would even have the battery I needed in stock. But they did, and the price was low enough. So, tah-dah!
Tuesday, March 11, 2025
Steak and potato y frijoles soup
I’m not a fan of Campbell’s soups. They’re essentially a delivery medium for salt. But I was stocking my larder at Grocery Outlet a while back and there was a good deal on Campbell’s Chunky Steak and Potato soup (The Soup the Eats Like a Meal®) and thought, eh, I could do something with that.
Fast forward a couple of months and I did something with that. I added some dehydrated refried beans. That thickened the broth/gravy and blunted the saltiness a bit. The result was much better.I have some other soup enhancement ideas I’ll try in the future. Rice, lentils, dehydrated mixed veggies, crushed tomatoes…Monday, March 10, 2025
Chillin' on the patio
Wednesday, March 5, 2025
Ramen Italiano, a.k.a. spagramen
I have a few meals I whip up when I want something fast and easy and cheap. And doesn’t taste horrible. You probably do, too.
A while back, while eating instant ramen, I had the urge to make a little something more of it. After all, real ramen includes a broth, some vegetables, maybe some meat and an egg. Even if I had the ingredients it would be a more involved process. And I wanted to eat right then.
The creative part of my brain said, “Although Italians would vehemently object, instant ramen noodles are essentially wiggly spaghetti pasta.”
Ah-HA!
I had a jar of arrabbiata sauce. I poured some on the ramen. It was delicious and gratifying. Another time I used some sun-dried tomato pesto. Also delicious and gratifying. I might pick up some Alfredo sauce one of these days.
Some folks probably say I should just use real pasta. Sometimes I do (that’s why I had the sauces) but since ramen noodles are pre-cooked they’re ready much sooner.