Long overdue update/roundup of the events of the last year or so. Those who follow along regularly will no doubt be familiar with much of this material, but today’s recollections will be delicately adorned with details gleaned thru the perspective of time. I’m pretty sure it’d be labeled as a sermon if I was in one of those lunatic cults. And no, I’m not denigrating religion just because they haven’t formed one around me yet! I’m in a college town now. Let me think…if I grow a beard and quit pulling errant hairs out of my ears I WOULD look more properly prophetic. Hmmm. But I digress.
I’ve been here awhile now. Year and a half? In that zone. Two winters and one summer. Second summer staring me right in the face. To those of you who watched me scratch and claw my way here, those of you who helped, those of you who just rode along on my social media clown car, I salute you. Getting here to The Free People’s Republic in the time and manner I did involved crazy insane stupid risks that could have gone horribly awry at so many different levels, but didn’t. Any honest accounting of the many possible pitfalls will require an advance in quantum computing. So if you ask me if it was worth it of course I’ll answer in the affirmative because everything ended up going affirmatively well. At least in the aggregate.
Colorado is everything I remember it being, memories built from both a youthful summer spent in Loveland to my early adult career in the Air Force in Colorado Springs. Everything good that I remember about Colorado is just as it was, only better. There is a catch. The fly in the ointment. It’s an expensive place to live because so many people want to live here. If I wasn’t a fabulously radiant young widower making his abode in a 93 Dodge Minivan, my bon vivant lifestyle, let alone time for musings upon it would be nil. I live on squat and I live well on it. I didn’t realize what an art form that really is but I’ve always harbored an inner confidence of my artistic ability, at least in the Autism-Alzheimer’s spectrum. I’m pretty sure I got at least a little bit of both of those going on by now.
I miss my dog. I miss my wife. All in all. I’m still loving life.
While I am working on soliciting donations to continue on my path down the road of life I am not sitting idly by twiddling my thumbs and toes just because there doesn’t seem to be an employer in my local vicinity who is interested in employing me at slave wages and exploiting my superlative set of skills. I don’t get too bummed out by that seemingly incomprehensible set of circumstances given the overall state of educational and economic depravity I’m surrounded by. It’s just further evidence of the bad decision making skills of the people in the area. LOL.
In the Meantime
In the meantime I’m spending my time doing what any able bodied homeless vet (or bag lady) would do given the ‘opportunities’ that present themselves in the land of the free and the home of the brave. I’m out collecting aluminum cans. I have no idea what they are worth as I have yet to actually sell any of them but they must have some intrinsic value greater than zero or our cities wouldn’t be overwhelmed with images of homeless folks pushing shopping carts stacked to the brim with them.
I’d mow lawns if I had a lawn mower. I’d do some other odd job if I hadn’t lost all my tools in my moves back and forth beyond the oceanic horizon. Lacking a vehicle does nothing to improve my situation one bit as I’m sure there are some jobs right outside my limited field of travel that I might be able to bag but given my experience to date I wouldn’t call that a ‘slam dunk’ either.
I’d put on a pair of roller skates and deliver your slush and corn dog order to your car at the local Sonic for that matter, but I guess the sight of a skinny ass old guy wheeling around in their parking lot isn’t as desirable in terms of public perception as I had otherwise hoped it would be when I wandered into the place based on their “Walk In applications welcome on Tuesdays” flashing sign, only to find that “walking in” for the application required I first do their online application (WTF?) which of course I did before returning for my walk-in application the following Tuesday! I’m nothing if not persistent and I’m trying to put to rest the tired stereotype that folks who want to work can easily find jobs because that’s as old a trope as “both parties in this country are the same, so why bother voting at all”. Vote for Bernie Sanders, 2016. Before it’s too late.
Bandit and I now must manage to traverse a distance of 370 miles to get to Memphis where I’ve received an offer of a vehicle, shelter and employment. It’s the first honest offer of employment I’ve managed to secure since regaining my ID and driver’s license two months ago. I’ve only been back in the county for five months now which seems like ages, but given the amount of forward progress I’ve actually made, I don’t feel bad considering how far in the hole I found myself in upon returning under such harsh circumstances.
The exact details about how the stars aligned on that job offer (etc.) is a serendipitous example of reciprocal karma in action and will make for an interesting blogpost sometime in the near future.
Traveling with Bandit, like traveling with a child, adds a great degree of responsibility and challenge to the travel equation, not to mention the extra cost. Keeping him by my side precludes any form of the more affordable mass transit options (trains/buses) available back here in the good ole’ USA. We got used to traveling everywhere together overseas where dogs are welcome most everywhere.
There are a few of my (misguided) friends and followers who have suggested I offload my beloved dog into the hands of a trusted caregiver. Given Bandit’s ebullient and gentle demeanor there are no shortage of folks who are willing to provide excellent care for him.
Let me be perfectly clear. Bandit and I are a family and a team. He will NOT be handed off or left in the care of anyone other than myself for a time period that exceeds an overnight outing. Loved ones aren’t a disposable commodity to me. There is no amount of suffering I will not endure in order to keep Bandit near and dear. Some of you will relate. Some of you will think me crazy. The ones who can relate are those who I feel the deepest kinship.
I’m now left trying to figure the best and most affordable way of getting the two of us to Memphis from here in Oklahoma. My timetable is flexible but the sooner we can get from Tulsa or Muskogee (pick one) to Memphis the better. If I don’t find a more suitable way to travel than walking, we’ll walk back towards Memphis just as we were planning to do in the other direction towards Colorado. It’s half as far as we were planning to trek in the other direction and we had no offer of employment, shelter or transportation once we got there. @thetimchannel Email: thetimtimes at gmail. You know the drill
Today is the day after me and Bandit were planning to head west to Colorado on a seventy day forced march from our outpost here in Oklahoma. Among those closest to me (and who chose to make their opinions known) there was an overwhelming amount of fear and trepidation about the course of action I had planned.
I thoroughly understand their many reservations and fears because I share (and shoulder) all of them.
The only difference between them and me is that their choices in life haven’t been narrowed thru circumstance and the fickle hand of fate so close to the event horizon of disaster as mine have.
Changes in Latitude
For Fundamentalist Christians wishing this Godless heathen continued pain and suffering, I have some rather bad news:
I have been showered with blessings yet once again in what can ONLY be described as a certified miracle of secularism.
I shall refrain from boring you all with the happy details at the present time. Suffice to say that it involves an offer of employment and an abode for me and Bandit to reside. It’s not the Hollywood Hilton but it’s straight up out of a Hollywood blockbuster movie the way it is all working out for us.
The Struggle is Real
We could still use a couple dollars in the collection plate to help smooth the transition if you’re so inclined. I can ALMOST guarantee that you’ll get back multiple times the amount of any donation you make towards helping me and Bandit get a head start in the form of positive karma. After all, dog is God spelled backwards.
I’ll be attempting to up my YouTube video production in the near future on a variety of topics. I’ll need to lose my “Raging Moped” intro and insert something less moped-centric now that my Euro moped adventure is over. Get it while it’s still hot! It’ll slip back into my regular YouTube video list as soon as I do a new one to replace it.
One new topic I’ll be working up videos for is electronic smoking (vaping). These will document my move away from cigarettes shortly upon my arrival back to US soil. There are a lot of smokers out there who need the information I’ve acquired to make a successful transition to a safer nicotine delivery system. I’ll also be discussing my future tiny home plans as well as my “Pikes Peak or Bust” relocation adventure.
Once I start talking there’s no telling what else I might say.
Subscribe early and often. Cleaning out the upload backlog from Germany. Here’s a sample.