another day spent

 I am on Sunday, and had to buy more ice.  Yesterday I successfully changed my fuel filter and now I have to face securing my load, a daunting task and I don't feel like I know how, what, or with what, so I'm just sitting k That's anitting. 

I did make a run to the stores which are very far to bike and my cards were declined.  Credit is maxxed and I forgot the prepay debit has a unique pin I have to look up to use it.

So I picked prairie clover flowers for tea only to learn it's the leaves I need....  Yeah, ok.

After breakfast I was watching some videos shirtless when a stranger parks in front of me and toots his horn.  I came out to talk, he started just being "curious" and I didn't believe it for a second.  It was so weird. I could feel the authority seeping off him and knew he was fake nice, but why? Well I answered questions, then asked if he worked for the flying J, and he said, yes, well, actually, he owns it.  Yeah, so he wasn't here because the bus is interesting, but because I look like a squatter and he wanted to assess me.  He said it was no big deal to park here and he didn't care.

It was all so strange, though.  It definitely makes me want to relocate.

But then there's the load security again.  Which is my job. See, thing is, tying up the load means not getting into my cupboards and drawers again, which makes living here hard. So I have to do it on the day I leave, or I'll be undoing it over and over.  I don't have things set up to where it can be easily set up and undone. I wish I did, but as there is no instructions, I haven't invented the solutions yet. 

I feel tired.  Of course, between friday's excessive bike ride and today's, with all the bus climbing and mechanical, and yesterday making soup and canning it as well, I should feel tired.

Oh, and flying j has amazing showers.  Your own private bathroom with toilet and sink and shower.  Cleaned after each guest. Towels and soap provided.  no timer on the door.  Go get clean.  Pity I was dirty by the time I returned to the bus due to the pollution in the air and on every surface I touch,  That's another factor in the wildfire smoke, though people don't talk about it.  It makes everything dirty.  It looks like a brownish dirt and turns wash water brown, but looks black under my nails and in the cracks in my fingers.  When I wipe it, sure enough, brown dirt.  Being a man helps, men are allowed to be much dirtier than women without being negatively judged.  On a man, it's a sign of work.  On a woman, slovenliness.  Yes, that is nonsense.  So is the whole idea that the biggest bully gets to be in charge.  But it is the way of the world nonetheless and I do live in this world, not the one I wish it was. 

yeah, sure, I'm going to change it by being at odds with every one else....  Nope.

Well back to knitting and thinking.

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