Yummy!
Found this yummy stuff in WYOMING of all places ~ quite a shock. Had to try. It’s from Australia. The name is fun to say. Bundaberg! It is good! Love the bottle and the little pull tab cap. This ginger beer is not as sharp as Reed’s, not as syrupy-sweet as Canada Dry. It’s nice over ice, and I sipped it slowly while reading all the comments in the juniper post below. Thanks you guys ~ what fantastic bits. Now I wonder if I can track down the Sarsaparilla……………
Through the junipers ~
Question: How do you deal with sleazy people? The ones who behave without honor? Who calculate how to use another person and then act upon those calculations? The ones who, based upon their deeds, are just plain old rotten?
I have a number of techniques I cycle through ~ obviously the most ideal, the goal, is to send them love. I try to do that, often. And when I do, a magical type of diffusion occurs ~ it’s incredible. But sometimes it is simply too hard for me, for where I’m at. And so sometimes I ignore. Sometimes I search for a lesson that is being brought to me, one that can only be brought via such a messenger. At this moment, though, I am feeling base. Feeling violent. Because sometimes, I fantasize about punching the person in the face while wearing a really big silver and stone ring. It’s true.
What do you do? Please share your tactics with me ~ I would love to hear them!
Trailing to The Mountain
I jumped out of my truck (after my little inter-state jaunt),
tended my garden,
then swung into the saddle to trail cows
up to their gorgeous mountain summer pasture.
This is midway.
The land below seems so far away.
And on the mountain, there’s nothing
but
the mountain.
It’s heavenly.
Trippinggggggg.
I went on a trip.
I hadn’t left Wyoming in four years.
I was apprehensive, wondering how I’d handle the hustle & bustle.
For these are my roads now:
These are my stoplights:
This is the only time I sit for any extended period:
And this is what I see:
Can you see it?
If I can spot this awesome little guy ~ less than 3 inches long and in full camo ~ from atop my moving horse, what would the bright signs and frenetic movement of the city do to my brain???
More later.
Right now I’m soaking up my kind of roads, my kind of stoplights, my Farmily, and all that is hidden.
Proficient Motorcycling
I just watched a guy pull a majorly dumb maneuver on his motorcycle. One that probably would have ruined his day, his bike, and his bod if he’d been unlucky enough to pull it in front of someone less motorcycley-inclined as I. I always watch out for riders, natch.
But this guy would have caused a major crash, all in the name of looking “cool” or “bad to the bone,” if the oncoming driver had been distracted, slow with reflexes, or speeding. (All of which are very common among drivers.) Dummy could’ve lost his life.
And so I feel compelled to share THE BEST book on riding in existence. Proficient Motorcycling. I read this cover-to-cover before my cross-country departure and I suggest anyone who rides do the same, and do it annually.
If you know someone who rides and you love them, give them this book. It’s straight up, no frills, easy to read. It’s graphic when it needs to be and empowering, too. It’s an education on technique, safety, and how NOT to be stupid (unintentionally or otherwise).
Seriously, guys like the one I encountered give riders a bad name. And after riding 6000 miles on a 150cc scooter I can honestly declare you can put safety first and have incredible amounts of fun and be truly “bad to the bone” all at the same time.
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