I went on a date last night. It’s been a while, but not so long that I don’t know what a decent date should be like.
I may not remember what I had for breakfast this morning, but I DO remember, albeit vaguely, what a fun date should be: The warm feels of physical attraction, enjoying an activity with someone, the exciting engagement of like minds, the flutter of joy at meeting someone who has potential to be a significant person in your life, anticipation of what might come.
Last night had none of that.
(This post borders on being a novella, so ya might want to grab a drink and get comfy. Be forewarned: There will be cuss words.)But, wait! There’s more…
No really, I did. The blog looked a lot like this one, except I wrote posts.
So much has happened, I don’t know where to start.
My best friend/lover/on-again off-again partner died. I became numb for a long time. (This was 5 years ago. I posted about it. I’m a lot less numb.)
My mom became very ill, and still is. (She’s been in a nursing facility for a few years now, and can’t get around on her own. It’s all very sad.)
Hurricane Sally hit my evacuation location (did not see that coming!). It also tore up my RV spot at the Alabama gulf coast. (I evacuated, but not far enough away… Sally came by at a CAT 1, right over my RV, and the bitch stayed there for about 24 hours.)
COVID hit. I got it in November, 2020, even though I was crazy-person careful. I was pissed I got it because I had been so very careful. Now? Not careful at all.
Zuckerburg thinks my real Facebook profile is fake and I can’t get back in no matter how many times I make live videos to show the FB reviewers my face, my passport, and driver’s license. It’s been two years. I had given up trying to regain access almost a year ago. (Fucking Zucker just approved access – after TWO YEARS – and I wasn’t even trying to get back in any more.)
My computer died, got a new one, and I’m trying to sort through the backed-up photos.
I started managing a gaming group with about 50 players of Egg, Inc. (You farm chickens and send them into space. It’s cooler than it sounds. I swear.)
I traveled(!!) from Alabama to Arkansas (Diamond Mines!), Kansas (Largest Ball of Twine!), Nebraska, Oklahoma, South Dakota, and back.
Still, I blogged once in a while.
I have many adventures to post someday, when I have more time.
Today’s adventure: Tales From the RV Park – Stray Cats and Wounded Men
“There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance — that principle is contempt prior to investigation.” (quote attributed to Herbert Spencer)
Whenever I mention Day Trading to someone who hasn’t tried Day Trading, let alone studied it, they immediately call it “gambling”. Sheesh.
There’s no hope for stubbornness and stupidity. Luckily, that is only part of my story, and I got help…
My Day Trading Story – so far
When I decided a year ago to learn how to day trade, I committed to studying courses two-hours a day and paper trading* for six months. Many day trading instructors recommend a minimum of 6-12 months of paper trading – and repetitive success – before moving to real money. Note: I should’ve gone with the 12 months.
*Paper trading is where the brokers give you fake “Monopoly” money in an account so you can practice.
In the beginning, I took several free courses through TD Ameritrade (TDA), I bought access to watch a famous day trader (who I won’t name in this post) trade real time every morning, and watched the free training videos by ZipTrader Charlie (more on him in a moment). I learned to use TDA’s thinkorswim platform for professional traders. I paper-traded every day (before and sometimes after my day job) for six months and then moved to real money. But, wait! There’s more…
Life in the time of the worldwide COVID-19 Pandemic, also known as the Coronapocalypse.
(I made up the word “Coronapocalypse” because it is a fitting description of the situation. Feel free to use it.)
Congratulations! You have finished Netflix!
At the time of this writing, I have been sheltering in place for over six weeks. I am a bit of a germaphobe so I started March 1, a couple weeks before the state shut down. I’m only a so-so prepper, so I got a mask and as much food and water as I could store in my small space, which isn’t much. I had the gloves (an RV tank necessity). I did not horde TP, cleaning products and hand-sanitizer. I already had plenty of cleaning supplies, not that you’d know by looking at my place.
I enjoyed the first three weeks of utter solitude, peace and quite. The world is blissfully still. Traffic went from insanely full of Spring Breakers and people who were now “working from home” but vacationing here, to virtually no traffic at all. I did not miss people – at first. But, wait! There’s more…
I’m currently at the gulf coast, near the Florida-Alabama border. Yes, near the infamous Florabama. I’ve been there a couple times, but tend to stay away when there are large events and crowds. It’s mostly a massive bar that serves food, and has nightly entertainment. And church on Sundays.
Wait, what? Church in a bar?
Welcome to the south!
This is not the only church in a bar in this area. There are two that I know of.
You must have questions. I know you have questions. I did.
Yes, they server alcohol during the service and many people go grab a drink before taking their seat.
No, the seats are not your traditional church pews, but rather uncomfortable seating with a bar in the same area.
In the case of the Florabama, it’s those uncomfortable plastic folding chairs. The service is large by local standards and held in an open-air tent that covers a large patio area off the bar. I have been to this service twice.
The other, which is a Unity Church that has moved between several bars/restaurants in my scant time here, the seating is whatever the bar/restaurant offers, be it uncomfortable wooden bar stools or worn-out booths. I attended this one on several occasions, but found the atmosphere most distracting. I don’t drink and don’t mind if I’m around it, but it was just weird to be in “church” with the constant noise of bar sounds competing with the sermon.
While taking a bite out of the Big Apple, several bucket list items were checked off: Times Square, eating NY-style pizza in NY, The Top of The Rock, Central Park, and The Met. (If you missed it, the first post on my trip to New York is here.)
Sculpture in Times Square. This is a depiction of the famous 1932 photo “Lunch atop a Skyscraper”, which chronicled a moment in time of the steelworkers eating lunch high above the ground.
It was a decent walk from Times Square to Central Park. Central Park was not at all what I expected. I’m not sure what I expected (likely based on scenes from TV shows), but it was huge, very pretty, and full of fellow tourists, and excellent street performers, occasionally interspersed with sellers of maps and overpriced filtered bottled water.
I wound my way through Central Park to The Met. The Met was incredible! It, too, was huge. I’m still not sure I made it to every room.
All in all, I walked several miles through NYC from the hotel in Times Square, to Central Park, to and through The Met, and then back.
My first time as a tourist in The Big Apple was amazing: Times Square, NY-style pizza, Top of The Rock, Central Park, and The Met! It was another business trip on which I followed Jeff but, but unlike Minnesota, it was warm and we had a blast! (In case anyone is wondering or even paying attention to my dear neglected blog, I’m still behind on my posts, so this one was just over two years ago, a little over a year before Jeff passed. Currently, I’m still enjoying the FL/AL gulf coast for the winter.)
We stayed in a hotel on Times Square – and it was there that I finally understood why they call it “the city that never sleeps”. No matter the time of day or night I looked out the high-rise window, the bright lights illuminated throngs of people mingling around the Square: people walking to and from some unknown location, street performers, people sitting on concrete planter walls or leaning against building walls, city maintenance workers and street cleaners. One thing I expected to see but did not was hookers and drug dealers. (Clearly, I watch too much TV.)
Times Square selfie
Many Bucket List items were crossed off on this trip, not the least of which was to have NY-style pizza in New York. I took the proverbial (and literal) bite out of the Big Apple… But, wait! There’s more…
While I have posted since this trip to the frozen tundra, I am more than a bit behind in posting some trips in chronological order. In all honesty, it was about two years ago I went to St Paul and I have about two years of sightseeing posts to catch up on. So, without further ado…
It was a crisp, cold day in St. Paul, Minnesota, the kind where the air is so clear that you can see for miles. And there was nothing to do – all. day. long. It was f’n cold out, too cold to go outside for long. And that was almost the only notable part of the trip.
I had tagged along on a business trip of Jeff’s, some big annual chicken convention. Er, I should say “poultry” convention if I want to be fancy about it. But I don’t. It was a chicken convention. I had hoped some of his coworker’s wives would come, but none of them were as dumb interested in attending the chicken convention as I was. Apparently, they had been to one before. One is enough.
We were only there for three days, and I can amuse myself just about anywhere. Day one consisted of eight hours of sitting in the hotel room. No, really. I. didn’t. leave. the. room. once. in eight hours. Just working on my computer, I spent the day in blissful peace and uninterrupted quiet, except for the TV and the occasional knock on the door from room service.
You may be wondering why I didn’t go to the big mall. The Mall of the Americas, kind of on my bucket list, was too far away by cab ride to make it worth the trip. I didn’t feel like going by cab and by myself just to see a mall. In the snow.
However, the highlight of the trip was a brisk – and chilly – walk around the neighborhood. Those of you who’ve followed this blog, know how much I love ornate churches. Oddly, I’m not religious. I admire the churches for the amazing works of art which they are. Art inside of art inside of art. That, and they all have a wonderful, peaceful energy about them.
Today, I present the Cathedral of St. Paul: 43,500 square feet of gilded opulence. And some bunny foot prints. Everyone say it with me: SLIDESHOW! But, wait! There’s more…
I couldn’t make this up if I tried. Amazon has hookers and drugs for sale!
No lie. AMAZON the online bookstore/everything store – has hookers and drugs listed for sale. And this post is not safe for work because of nudity and pictures of drug use – Thanks for that, Amazon. Now people will have to wait until they get home to read this.
With Father’s Day approaching, I have been searching for a gift for my dad. He isn’t easy to buy for because he buys himself most anything he wants that’s anywhere near the price-range I can afford. However, as you will undoubtedly wonder as you read the rest of this article, I was not planning to get him a hooker or drugs. He is happily married and doesn’t even like prescription drugs, let alone illegal drugs.
So on Amazon.com, I searched for “military equipment and accessories”. He is an avid gun collector, occasional hunter, and lover of all things tactical. (I am grateful he taught me to shoot when I was a young girl.) After an already lengthy search, I was suddenly hopeful that this category would end my long and previously fruitless search.
Let me first explain how I sorted the results: I first sorted by “lowest to highest price”. A bunch crap for one penny came up – clearly those common “click bait ads” made to lure you in to clicking on a product that is actually much more.
So then I sorted by “highest to lowest price” figuring I’d quickly scroll to a suitable price range. And this is what I got… But, wait! There’s more…