And I've been doing the math, this homelessness, it's gotten a bit much. Even when I have a vehicle to stay in the expenses mount. No place to cook means all meals are taken out. A couple hundred bucks per week. Coffee. Another hundred. Gas, and the revolving expense of a perpetually broken/breaking down vehicle. The inability to entertain, or sit up late on the computer and write, or get at a few overdue rock & art projects.
It's costing me far more to not have a place than it would if I did have a place.
Out of pocket costs and Opportunity costs mount.
So, time to resolve things in my head, it's not forever but it's time to start looking for a place to call home...
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So, shortly after the last post I get the call from the Mechanic.
I need a new transaxle. This is hopeful, until I look up transaxle and discover that it's mechanic speak for transmission.
I've left a lot of cars for less, but - it's still early in the season. Find me a transmission. Life seems to require I purchase a transmission, there's no getting 'round it, 2 years ago, condemned the white jeep for the same reason - but - a new vehicle, same problem, it seems there's no avoiding fate.
And it's going to need a clutch. "I mean" he explains - "Might as well while we have it all apart....". Sure.
No charge for this summary evaluation, having paid XX$$$ for coffee and breakfast at the Bluebell is probably money enough spent for today, they have to be in league with the mechanics...
Driving back to Nelson in 3rd gear, enjoying the throwing it into neutral on the mountainsides down, my only attempts at speed, when finally comes the rattle of the muffler. Pull over, it's now completely off, throw it into the passenger seat.
Transmission, Clutch, Muffler.
There's no escaping fate. That said, I do have a lottery ticket I haven't checked...
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Wake, drive to Kaslo for the mechanic.
Waiting now for the diagnosis, then wait for the part to be ordered and the scheduled repair.
Yesterday, after my beach-comb, the weather turned to rain and sleet. This morning, rain and snow. Waiting, outside, nothing open in Kaslo, finally 8:30 and the Bluebell Bistro is open, someplace to warm up and grab a coffee while they do their thing.
When they're done, back to Balfour to scrounge for more flakes the weather may have turned up (I need to rake the ground so that the rain exposes fresh finds), then onward to Nelson and meet the daughter...
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Sunday, Morning at the Gym. You know.
Then to work, a bit early, scour the beach for flakes and arrowheads, some good finds:
from top, left to right: large flake/blade, center - knapped on all edges - tool, right - piece of flint core, bottom - flakes.
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Chuffed by my success, back to work. A ho-hum Sunday, busy in the day, quiet at night. Of interest in the day, a woman reading a book, I enquire as to the book: Manly P. Hall's "The Secret Teaching of All Ages". She offers to lend it to me after (no, thanks, that's a keeper), she's highlighting relevant passages, she came to this rabbit-hole via Mark Passio, someone I've never heard of...
I shouldn't be surprised, if he was being read anywhere it would be out here, still, it's a rarity to see anyone reading - rarer still anything of intelligence, let alone Manly P. Hall. If I weren't working I'm sure we'd have a good chat.
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Dear Osama
In which I write everyone's favorite advice columnist.
Dating
OK. I've been on a few internet dates. I confess this with the same reluctance I would admitting to masturbating, adultery, or excessive drinking and drug use.
This is a list of some of my best -- AND WORST -- dates ever. Note that you gotta go on a lotta dates to get this kinda list, this kinda discouraged. And my online dating thing has been sporadic - an every few years kind of thing at best. Some of these dates go back 10 years, others are a little more recent. And to answer any people who might argue "It beats hooking up at the bar", well, you don't have to hook up at the bar, and at the bar you can see what your getting...
Anyways - apologies to the countless normal, decent dates that I went on but just didn't hit it off with. Memory is selective, it tends towards the extreme, and in this you will find the extremes...
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