SOLAR RADIO BURSTS: This week’s sharp increase in solar activity has turned the sun into a radio transmitter. Bursts of shortwave static are coming from the unstable magnetic canopy of sunspot 1283. Tuesday in New Mexico, amateur radio astronomer Thomas Ashcraft recorded some samples at 21 MHz: listen. Radio listeners should remain alert for this kind of solar activity as sunspot 1283 continues to seethe. http://spaceweather.com/
Got a call last night from Gale saying they were in Van Horn, headed home. They should have arrived around midnight, so they can take care of their own animalcules this morning.
He said the Hatch Chili Festival probably won’t be among their future plans for having a booth. Sales were flat on most of his crafts, though the Siberian Wolf fang jewelry sold a bit, and his old stand-by steak turners with elk-antler shaped handles might have brought him to the break-even point. He sounded a bit down-hearted and beat to a small frazzle. But those craft shows are a big piece of the glue holding this place and their lifestyle together.
I’ve wondered for some while how long financial ventures depending on consumers buying non-essentials could hold up in a lousy economy.
Came across an interesting blog: dumpster find of the week: boot haul, boat haul – Seems to be a kindred spirit.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the past while about various news items I wouldn’t be aware of if it weren’t for the Internet and blogs I read. It’s guided my thinking into directions I probably wouldn’t otherwise drift, such as actually having conscious priorities in my life for a while. At least sort-of priorities.
Not to suggest anyone’s a good economic prognosticator, but with all that guessing going on out there, and with what appears to be a lot of contributory factors, I probably owe it to the cats, at least, to have a backup plan. A way to get the hell out of Dodge intact if things go sour, that has room in it for four cats. If something happens to Gale or their finances, or SS is eroded by inflation, or both, hedging against the sleep-under-a-bridge alternative probably makes sense.
My obvious first priority is to get my new truck running and street legal.
But after that’s done, I’m either going to need to build a house to live in on the bed of it, find an old overcab camper to fit in it, or find a camper-trailer sitting out somewhere I can pick up for nearly nothing for fixing up to pull behind it.
I see these sitting around with weeds growing up around them a lot. I think once I have transportation I’ll have to get serious about trying to acquire one or something rhyming with it as a future place for me and the felines if the Coincidence Coordinators decide to play dirty.
I’m thinking if things get too rough I might be able to slick out further west and establish a moving circuit of campsite homes on US Bureau of Land Management and US Forestry Service lands, changing locations every couple of weeks to stay legal. The cats don’t care for the idea, but they tell me they’d agree to it if I won’t get any chickens.
I’ll probably talk more about various facets of all this in future posts. Progress reports, learnings, that sort of thing.
Meanwhile, happy posthumorous birthday to Jimmie Rodgers
He’d have known exactly how a person ought to go about becoming an honest-to-goodness hobo with a house.