Random Stuff

Man, the U.S. has become an intolerable place to live. It's been downhill ever since the European invaders stole the land from the First Nations folk. Now it was worse than ever. The government and corporations have totally enslaved the inhabitants, and personal sovereignty has never been so compromised to such a high degree. Glad I'm leavin' in 25 days, includin' this one. Not that I personally am stilted, for it's not like anyone can do anythin' to me in my present circumstances; but woe to those who do actually 'live' here.

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We transferred half our clothes to the hotel. My mentor suggested we take the computer with us when we move. Sure. So I may close the blog on November 15, as opposed to November 9. I did like it better at the house, bein' I loved the quiet, the trees, the multiple balconies, the front verandah, how far the house was back from the road, the fact it was half in the shade all the time, the satin sheets, but on the other hand; at the hotel we get the room cleaned every day, fresh sheets every day; even if they weren't satin, and and the fireplace was awesome. It was bigger than the one we had at the house. And bein' in the back, we had the park-like grounds to view, as opposed to the street and business in front of the place.

An electric stove. Hm. I liked the gas one we had at the house better, but I'd deal with it. We would do no cookin'. Just tay. Even there, we had a filtered hot water dispensor, so we'd probably use that. Bein' here would be a total vacation for me. No work whatsoever. Just like 'HOME'. Until the 9th, we'd be spendin' time in both the house and the hotel. We never put so many kilometres on the car before, but statistically, 30 kilometres a day wasn't that much. Now the only one drivin' was the mullethead, bein' 'it' was the only one who had a licence, and the risk of gettin' caught was too great now that we spent so much more time in more public places. It was the practical thing to do, though the mullethead did hate drivin', to the core. We only had to do it for another 3 and a half weeks though, so 'it' said 'it' would live with it.

The house would be easier to clean the next time, and I'd only have to do it 2 more times. Sweet. At the hotel, we'd leave the housekeeper a $20.00 bribe-tip every day with a treat of sorts, like a bag o' gourmet cookies or a box o tay or somethin', so we'd get over and above the call of duty on service. The mullethead was shocked when she found out the housekeepers here were all from town. Most places in her past, the cleanin' staff were either Latin American, or East Indian.

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Over mornin' tay, my mentor said somethin' to us. He was wearin' a very enigmatic smile, and said, "Just you guys wait until tomorrow." We got nothin' more out of him. I may post what it is, I may not.