Micro is the new Awesome super-fun to completion.

Micro. Seems simple enough. Small. Little. Tiny. Yet somehow, these synonyms do not convey the whole story. Microbrews are not designated driver drinks served in a thimble sized frosty mug. They are hand crafted, exquisitely rendered small batch masterpieces, which somehow absolve you of the lable drunk mother fucker. A microcosm is more than just a shrunken cosmos. It is a perfectly sublime example of a complex system in an easy to digest analogy. Micromanagement is the art of losing the forest for the trees. Yet micro is also an apt descriptor when I think of my own self image at this crucial crossroads that my life has stopped at. Look left. I see fresh new pavement. Perfectly drawn lines. Sensuous curves, not too sharp, roll away in the distance. Look right. Straight. Flat. Lonely. Behind me, my road I've known for years. Bumpy? Sure. Some fucking nightmare potholes too Brah. The road I've traveled to get here. Finally, I could go straight ahead. May be some trouble up around the bend. For sure, some nasty fender benders that I will have to take care of. My heart says stay the course. Work out the kinks as they come. My mind, which is tired of my heart getting its way, says hang a left and lick that route from stem to stern. Revel in that smooth tight fresh road and never look back........................................................

Tool is Cool

Watching them makes my mind drool.

Changes come to the Clover Valley

Damn fine weather we're having. I'm using the opportunity to get shit done.30 year old fire pit? Removed. Crappy side yard? Improved.

Val is gone...

To treatment. Five days in detox, and 20 days in treatment...Then TOOL!!! June 17th at the Gorge in E. Washington. Damn! It's been a long time. About 15 years. I didn't see the 10,000 Days tour, figured I'd just catch the next one. Weather has been pretty good. 70's and sunny. My yard is to die for. Stone cold pimpin. I'm gonna use this time with Val gone to take care of some loose ends. Get organized. Take care of my damn taxes. Etc. Get some shit done yo.

McDonald's...

Again, I find myself in Shoreline, trolling the local fast-food shit-hole, waiting. I drive a long way for the privilege. It's like my job. No, no, it is my job. Many depend on the clockwork of my trips. Shoreline. Federal Way. Tacoma. All stops on the insanity train. Less insane for me than them. They're the ones with the puzzle to solve, I only wait for them to figure it out. I always rise to the top of the heap. Carried by the less clever, by the less determined. Oh, don't get it twisted, there are risks, but if I'm careful, they are manageable. The risks are better than the alternative. Ah, my hook arrives!🎱🎱🎱🎱

Ferry back to the Homeland.

Fresh with supplies.

AZ was KAss

Cali was beautiful. Oregon was a blur. Washington was making me a little queasy. Vacation was needed but always glad to return to my girl. That was my first flight since 9/11. I opted for the pat down instead of the invasion of privacy death ray. All in all I give my trip 9 thumbs up.

The Shit Show Continues...

Trump continues to prove his incompetence. The world loses respect for the USA. I love this country, but the inbred, fat, stupid, lazy, uninformed section of us grows while the thoughtful, tolerant, well-read, forward-thinking intellectual section shrinks. I guess we(the smart ones) will have to adjust our moral compasses to have the guts to do what's necessary to save the planet and ourselves. Yes, you guessed it. Forced sterilization. I know that sounds extreme, but let's face the facts. These back ass intolerant hillbillies are running the show while we play by the rules. That has to end. I want to make this country great, but we'll have to break a few eggs to make an omelet.

Trump Puts the Cunt in Country

Well hello from the resistance. Trump is in DEEEEEEEEEP shit yo! His Secretary of State got caught lying to Congress. The secrets are hidden like Russian nesting dolls. Me? I'm okay. Been working on my truck. Slow going though. 'Bout had it with the fuckheads I call Red state Americans. Time for a coup.

Trump. Nope.

So, as I recover from an unfortunately placed abscess, I am watching, reading, listening. I know Trump has already done enough to justify impeachment. Not that I am foolish enough to think the crooked Republicans would even think about that. Hell, they may even investigate Hillary before they focus on the most unethical man to hold public office since Mayor Berry of D.C. So I wait. When Trump is sworn in, when he begins to deny people their constitutional rights, then if our congress fails to act, it will fall upon all able bodied men. And we will act. At least the real men will. We will be staring the end of the USA in the fucking face, and those that conspire with tyrants will be remembered, mark my words.

In other news: I got a Google Pixel. My brother is such a cunt. I'm going to Phoenix for M's spring training. VP and JP are moving to Manchester. It has been below freezing for weeks. My electrical is still fucked up. I have some big projects planned for the nice weather. Dry wells, drain field improvement, tree removal, new shop. Later, and keep up the resistance!