Spazz

In Quartzsite and out of money. It's time to focus on busking for awhile. Garberville didn't end well, but I'm still here.

Back in Garberville escaping the heat. I hope to finally make it to Jambo this year and meet everybody!

R.I.P. Willow Jean.

Looks like I'm a no show for RTR this year. I'm on a PC for the first time since the Unlawful Detainer case at the last resort in this place called "Redway". Unfortunately, that sounds like the plotline of a very bad children's book about communism....

Planning on going where the road takes me: The Slabs and/or Quartzsite seems like the most sensible destination(s).

Letting the Unlawful Detainer case go, leaving the keys under the matt, and driving away from my home of 19 years today.

Got '86ed from G'ville day before Thanksgiving, lol; should be an interesting tale to tell your grandkids someday 'cause I'll never have any of my own, lol

Sitting in the van down by the instagram because it reminds me of this box full of Latitude 38s my husband and I used to pour over, building wooden ships to raise our kids on while we sailed around the world.

It wasn't the crack cocaine or the alcoholism or even the homelessness that finally did him in, it was those damned Marlboros.

My ex was no saint, by any means; he was named after the patron saint of travelers but he never even got to leave Northern California. He died of lung cancer about this time last year and nobody even seemed to notice or care.

And so at last, the great Redwood Empire had crumbled to pieces and Humboldt, once the Cannabis Capitol of the world, as she was called, had fallen from her proud position of grandeur and power into that of a second or third rate homeless encampment. With all due apologies to Greenleaf Press, a hobo's still got to eat so I wonder if there is any trim work in Santa Barbara?

Thinking about going to Quartzite this winter.

Looking at a '07 Dodge Caravan and thinking about taking it places my '89 Honda Accord couldn't go.

Leaving Humboldt. Of course you already knew that because of Prop 64 and I can't afford it here, but that's the first time I said it to myself. Paralegal is showing me foreclosures in Dayton, Ohio. FML.

So I'm looking at a Ford E150 that is a former Fed Ex van or a Prius. Both of them are old, but roomier than the 1989 Honda Accord I have been living in for three months.

Wondering if it's time to let my beloved '89 Honda Accord go to a collector and crying a lot; missing my husband and blaming it on the car.

On the road again. Rubber tramping this time around.

Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns
in the secret fastness of the heart.

Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor’s sake.
Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.

-Hannah Senesh

Rest in power, Will.