If I had killed myself in high school, all the kids would have laughed. Being an old man who has deliberately abandoned society gives me the privilege of dying alone and unmourned. I much prefer the latter.
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When I die, nobody will notice or care. The only way the world will know I died is when the real estate flipper who buys my property at the county delinquent tax auction has the lock to my tiny home drilled to get it ready for demolition. I just hope it isn't too gross-interior wetness is a big problem in winter.
is happy that I don't have to encounter people until my chiropractor appointment on 17 June.
Walmart run tomorrow morning. Can't put it off any longer. At least there aren't many people out at 8am on a Saturday in a town of 7800 people. Hoping to make it through til 17 June (my chiropractor appointment) without having to go out.
My meds screw up my system so I drink lots of electrolyte drinks. I then run out unexpectedly so I have to drive to Yreka and get more. This involves yet more interaction with the outside world.
I had to have an eye exam bc the doctor filling in for my regular PCP (who had a baby girl) insisted that my eyes must be suffering from diabetes even though I told her I can see fine. The optometrist confirmed this, but I had to register as a new patient with the eye clinic.
I keep having to interact with the outside world even though I don't want to. I couldn't stuff any more trash into my trash cans so I had to make the hour long drive to the dump. This involves construction zones and police looking for prey.
My radio is having a cow.
Revenge will come when the food deliveries stop coming someday and the remnants of the White colonizers will have to forage for food and medicine. "We must remember the old ways, for the time will come when we will need them again." -a wise Indigenous California elder
Strange that the Whites in the valleys don't realize that the Indigenous tribes might have more knowledge of stuff like edible/medicinal native plants given that they've been here much longer than Europeans. A common theme among locals is "why should the indians 150 miles downstream tell us what to do?" regarding the dam removals.
65 miles one way to get to the Karuk "capital", over a winding mountain road that follows the Klamath River Canyon. By the end of the round trip I was nauseous from motion sickness. I had to stop and buy Dramamine. This morning I was still woozy and foggy, and I had to sleep much of the day. Still worth it.
$64 but it is worth it. Elaine also noted that as far as acorns go, you collect them in the fall and put them in a warm dark place to "cure" over the winter, similarly to how alcohol is aged. Then you peel and mash them, mix them with water, then boil the mush (same consistency as Cream of Wheat, she said) until the tannin has been leached out.
We hear the time clock beep and of course it is Elaine, who looks full blood Karuk right down to her ceremonial face tattoos. So I start talking to her. She recommended two books, one is a simple "Ethnobotany of the Karuk People", the other was written by a Karuk shaman and is more focused on natural medicine.
Drove out to the Karuk Tribe reservation yesterday. Went into the community center and the woman behind the counter is White. I start asking questions and she says "Elaine knows all that stuff, she's not here right now, but she'll be here later."
I might head out to the Karuk Tribe reservation this week, and ask somebody at their resource center/museum what the best/most nutritious native plants would be to grow in my garden. The Whites in the valley just say "uh, we pasture cattle here, buddy".
The chassis of a 1937 Emerson AM131 tube radio has been on a shelf staring at me for months. "Fix me, you coward!" I am always the procrastinator, even as a kid the only thing that made me do school projects was a looming deadline.
Changed the oil in my generator today (23 May). Fully drained, the old oil is 1/3 liter, but to refill it took 1/2 liter. Weird. It came from the factory with a cheap no name spark plug, so I put a good quality NGK plug in its place.
I can't change the oil in my generator today bc of 20mph winds. I don't want to have gunky motor oil blown all over me. You can't get the stains out of clothes either, and nobody can afford new clothes these days. I won't need it til Memorial Day (next Monday) anyway.
Yesterday I went to a garage sale in Selma, Ore., due to old electronics being mentioned in the ad. Ad had wrong address and I wound up in a ditch on a rural road trying to find it. The guy living at that wrong address dragged me out with his 1967 Chevy pickup. -
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