Ahh yes. Time for some lifestyle changes. This urbania thing has really whacked me up and it is time to reverse some of the effects.
Wool socks. No more cotton. Bad news for feet that live in boots. I would really like to get this foot problem taken care of so I can actually go back to hiking instead of just limping around at work.
Back to organic food. Not going back to the vegan/vegetarian joke, but it is time to cut out alot of the crap I have let myself start living on. More fruit, more greens. I am thinking of doing some guerilla gardening somewhere around here.
Back to dressing like a hick. Time to phase all the black clothes out and get back to overalls and flannel shirts, wool sweaters, etc.
Go fishing, go hunting. At least ducks. Shotguns are cheap and grizzly island is like 20 minutes away. Good food in the freezer instead of eating the supermarket slaughterhouse hormone-steaks. No good fishing around, but one weekend a month up north could mix things up.
No more than 6 6-packs a week, or I have to start brewing again. Either way, living in urbania has me depressed and depression leads to too much drinking. At least for me. Definetly no more of this 78 beers a weekend thing.
Drag all my 'woods gear out of the boxes, wash it and repair it. Renew the wilderness first responder cert. I am hoping to lead a small trip for a select few individuals (if you are interested let me know) including my family into the Sinkyone soon. New territory even for me.
It is really amazing how my DUI+major accident and then moving into the city and my horrible pre-kymm relationship made a catshit smoothie out of me, and I intend to do something about it. I miss me. Especially when LE was over and was reading the book. I havn't been able to touch that book since I bought it. I am always pre-occupied. My blood pressure, my stress (havent shit solid in two years, save for some freak occurrences) and the city have me dazed.
And, I am even going to start eating natives again. Out for cattail pollen, acorns (black oak if i can find them), blackberry leaves, nettles, fiddleheads, pine needles, boletes, huckleberries, and....i could go on forever, the second any one of them is in season.
Oh, and all my tattoos are getting covered up ASAP. In case you were wondering, I got them all at this major low point in my life, and just got drunk and let asswipe artists tattoo me for free with whatever whackass idea they had in mind.
You should all at least try to read "A Sand County Almanac" by Aldo Leopold.
So yeah. Thats that.
Wool socks. No more cotton. Bad news for feet that live in boots. I would really like to get this foot problem taken care of so I can actually go back to hiking instead of just limping around at work.
Back to organic food. Not going back to the vegan/vegetarian joke, but it is time to cut out alot of the crap I have let myself start living on. More fruit, more greens. I am thinking of doing some guerilla gardening somewhere around here.
Back to dressing like a hick. Time to phase all the black clothes out and get back to overalls and flannel shirts, wool sweaters, etc.
Go fishing, go hunting. At least ducks. Shotguns are cheap and grizzly island is like 20 minutes away. Good food in the freezer instead of eating the supermarket slaughterhouse hormone-steaks. No good fishing around, but one weekend a month up north could mix things up.
No more than 6 6-packs a week, or I have to start brewing again. Either way, living in urbania has me depressed and depression leads to too much drinking. At least for me. Definetly no more of this 78 beers a weekend thing.
Drag all my 'woods gear out of the boxes, wash it and repair it. Renew the wilderness first responder cert. I am hoping to lead a small trip for a select few individuals (if you are interested let me know) including my family into the Sinkyone soon. New territory even for me.
It is really amazing how my DUI+major accident and then moving into the city and my horrible pre-kymm relationship made a catshit smoothie out of me, and I intend to do something about it. I miss me. Especially when LE was over and was reading the book. I havn't been able to touch that book since I bought it. I am always pre-occupied. My blood pressure, my stress (havent shit solid in two years, save for some freak occurrences) and the city have me dazed.
And, I am even going to start eating natives again. Out for cattail pollen, acorns (black oak if i can find them), blackberry leaves, nettles, fiddleheads, pine needles, boletes, huckleberries, and....i could go on forever, the second any one of them is in season.
Oh, and all my tattoos are getting covered up ASAP. In case you were wondering, I got them all at this major low point in my life, and just got drunk and let asswipe artists tattoo me for free with whatever whackass idea they had in mind.
You should all at least try to read "A Sand County Almanac" by Aldo Leopold.
So yeah. Thats that.
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I like the woods because they are quiet. Because a man (or a woman) can walk and think and sleep. When you sit next to someone, you don't have to yell over the sound of fire engines or airplane fly overs...
I say we go fishing.