Searching for a job, you really need a phone so employers can contact you for an interview or more information…

I had purchased 180 minutes the first week of July. I NEVER run out of minutes because I only use my phone occasionally and then it is short calls.

But I had to use it to call about getting on food stamps (they have closed the local employment office…covid19…pffft). That call took 45 minutes to complete!

So, just suddenly, Tracfone decides it is not going to honor the contract for the 180 minutes that I paid for. I had two agents tell me that I had used 125 minutes, so that left 55 minutes. I have sent text messages over and over to put the 55 minutes on. Tracfone keeps sending robot text messages and the agents I talked to talked in circles about why the 55 minutes was removed and they WOULD NOT put them back on!

So the gangstalking handlers like to rub your nose in their playing with you — this weekend, there was a man in a black t-shirt with “55” in huge white letters on the shirt. Yep. They think it is cute to be criminals and steal your phone service.

And of course, they have been interfering with my job search. You would be surprised at who is behind it, but I don’t feel comfortable saying who it is. I just cannot wrap my head around it and why no one is stopping them.

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So my posts have been kind of negative lately, and I wanted to talk about some of the good stuff —

When trying to escape the gangstalkers in the mountains, I had some good moments, too — my hair was wet from cooling off in the creek. The setting there reminded me sooo much of summer with my Mom when she would take us kids to the local swimming holes. She would always pack a picnic lunch, usually consisting of bologna and cheese sandwiches or hot dogs with ketchup and mustard and onions with a side of potato chips or potato salad.

So as I sat in my camper, eating potato chips, and smelling my wet hair, it suddenly occurred to me why it has been so hard to give up potato chips — it reminded me of those carefree times of normal summer temperatures and swimming and eating the picnic Mom fixed. Lovely.

The mountain reminded me sooo much of how beautiful the 60s and 70s was — greenery everywhere. The creek was beautiful clear water. Well, it was beautiful and clear until the gangstalking braindead #@$%&! put their pollutants in the water.

This water was perfectly clear when I first got there. And there were 3 little baby fishies trying to survive right where those pollutants gathered. I called them Big Swimmy, Little Swimmy, and Baby Swimmy. They would come out soon after I would sit by the creek. I love to watch them.

I got a couple of surprises — the grass on the mountain is really dry, so I could always hear some critter coming out and moving among the dried leaves and grass about 7 p.m. at night. I could never get a glimpse of the mystery critter — until the very last day I was there…

…it was an otter!

This cute little critter kept itself hidden so well that I didn’t know it was there and then it decided to show itself. The otter stopped on a rock and looked me square in the eyes, and the quickly disappeared.

Nice.

I had been reading Gene Logsdon’s book, WildLife in Your Garden, so my fear of snakes was taken down a notch by his wise teaching that snakes are afraid of us more than we are of them.  I heard movement in the grass outside the camper.  My panic was kept to a minimum due to Logsdon’s wise advice when looking out my door to see a grayish green snake, about 2 1/2 feet in length, moving through the grass near my camper.  The snake suddenly put its head up, and with its tongue as a feeler, sensed that a human was behind him/her.  She/he hightailed it out of there.    🙂

It was great to have that connection up there on the mountain.  It seems that down here in the city, they can’t wait to asphalt/concrete/mow down any nature that tries to survive down here.  There is a house that is such a pleasant oasis to the concrete jungle, I just had to talk to the occupant about how serene his cottage made me feel.  He is surrounded by greenery.  You would think this cottage was in the middle of the forest!

So far this week, I saw four trees destroyed and a home destroyed.  This was not a home that had been destroyed by storm or fire.  It was perfectly fine.  It was a former mortuary, but I don’t see that as a reason to tear it down.  Someone could have lived there.  It could have been a homeless shelter.  It could have been used for low-rent occupants.  There are a thousand reasons why that house should not have been torned down.  They’re probably going to pave it and make it a parking lot for the church next door.  “Pave paradise, put up a parking lot” (Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi).

Only those whom have never been homeless or poor can waste resources like that.