Road Rage
I was taking the bike around the industrial area to get some things and brought the dog. She did really well, although we went awfully slow. I don't know if her feet were hot or her body or both, but we stopped for water periodically and whenever close enough, stopped at the little storm pond with a beach. She quite enjoyed walking down to belly deep water and snorting bubbles as she drank.
At one point, I was coming out of a driveway, I'd been checking routing with my phone, and I needed to turn left out of the driveway. There was an intersection I could have used but I know how to cross traffic. However, there was a cross walk over on the OTHER SIDE of the intersection in which I was not. I was the first driveway south of the intersection, the crosswalk was on the north side. Nevertheless, one stupid person sat there waiting on me? I didn't realize it at first, because he might have been making a left and not signalling. This woman coming from the south and turning left hollers at me out her window that I'm not a pedestrian to use the pedestrian crossing. I doubt she made out my "I'm not AT the pedestrian crossing, BITCH" but she heard the last word, and after she hollered something rude I hollered fuck off at her tail pipe. Sheesh. So that stayed with me awhile. Then another karen in a car screams by me something about giving my dog some water.
Sure makes humanity look sour when people feel entitled to bully a cyclist simply for existing. Another jerk tried to break his transmission accelerating in an exaggerated manner with his giant flatbed trailer because he was stuck behind me and a truck and just got loose. Again, sheesh. Well we got where we wanted and back and frankly enjoyed the trip anyway, in spite of the three jerks.
I decided to just sit here awhile longer, make soup, bake butter cake, tune up the new solar system. Got some eterna bond butly vinyl tape to hold the wire down the side, and a switch to intercept and isolate the solar charger if I wish to put a trickle charger from the generator or even the shore power, to charge the battteries. i had the shore power plugged into the solar inverter so it would charge the coach batteries, energize the 12v and remaining unconnected circuits. Which it did, but severely drained the batteries, which is sad. They do run the fridge and my stand mixer, which is amazing. But as to volume of juice available, there may be some work, tuning or even extra battery purchase in my future? At any rate, powering the converter seems to be asking too much. It draws a lot. Or it might have been that hungry ceiling fan. I'll experiment some more, using the shore plug but not the ceiling fan. Er, I mean the fantastic fan vent, which sounds like a helicopter taking off. Yesterday Dan and Rene and myself dug a hole and buried Timmy under a tree in the fields out a bit from here. Nothing special, but decently naturalized for now and we hope it will stay that way for a few years, at least to where he's bones in a blanket and doggy jammies? I dunno. It's all so gruesome really, but we dug together, alll three of us participated, and we laid him in the ground and covered him and that was that. We went to the store after and i got bbq and some cake to cheer us all up a bit. Found out my welfare is cut off again or something. So frustrating. Left a phone call. Will I still get health coverage or break from saskatchewan and just move to BC but fetch the car eventually? Or sell it? I dunno. SGI wants 82.50 before I can put plates on anything again but I get a whole year on this bus anyway. till June. Then I come back here and relicense the bus and either bring the car back via whatever solution I found, or sell it for whatever it brings. Or pay for the year of storage and keep it there longer. Unless the guy experiences serious health problems and has to move to the city, it's safe there. Or dies, but same diff to me and my car?
Well anyway, I can see Timmy's tree peeking over the hill and it feels weird and sad and part of me wants to wind back and start again, but of course that doesn't work. We also spent a little time watching some google drive footage of the dog from his life. That was comforting. I guess we memorialized him, touched the parts that mattered. Remembered together, buried him together, and ate together. Rene had ample opportunity to recognize him there, and that he was still, and to see him laid in the ground, and his space being empty now. She at least knows where he is. He kept trying to wander off to die, but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't bear the thought of crows pecking his eyes. They won't. He's only about 2ft down but it's enough I think because we don't have the kind of animals in this area which would dig him up. I haven't heard any sign of coyotes.
He sure was a treasure. What a gift. I think he leds the little tree a special glamour, perhaps it glows a little in moonlight now, with my special unicorn buried there.