What are your future travel plans?
British Columbia, Kauai, Northern California, Minnesota, Connecticut, Illinois. Unless I have a significant family event happen, I need to save money and continue establishing my forever-home here on Lindsay Road 40. 4-8 hour trips, where I have to sit in a cramped airline seat inflames my sciatica. Sure, I wear awful hypertension elastic socks to reduce the risk of blood pooling in my ankles. Once. And I take plane trips overnight so that I can avoid airline-passenger drama. Just once, I’d like to travel 1st class on an airplane, with their bucket seats. If I forked out the cash, I’d pay for an executive VIA or AMTRAK train ticket. It’d cost as much as 2 airline tickets, so I’d have to travel solo. I virtually travel the globe using WikiVoyage, Google Maps and its Street View, apple Maps, and Atlas Obscura.
July 23-24/25 Farm Report.
The road up on the Bruce are infested with d-bags. Today’s driver advertises their waterfront home ownership (on social media, I blocked out his license plate as I can’t easily control the image’s fate on their databases).
After today’s Tobermory 10-1 harbour market, we need to prepare the home to entertain guests.
Today’s market is more successful than prior events. It might be due to less oppressive heat, humidity, and smoke. The crowd has a good vibe. And the pleasant breeze helps.
Thursday, July 24, 2025 at about 7 a.m. I don’t mind sharing the following: I’ve been on SSRI for almost 2 decades. Under the supervision of my doctor, I’m weaning myself off of them. It’s been a GRADUAL process, with TS watching my behaviour for sudden shifts. 200 mg/d…. then 2 weeks of 150 mg/d… and this week, 100mg/d. How do I feel? My world has sharp edges to it and my anxiety has elevated a bit. It’s managed with exercise, regular sleep patterns, a lot of home-based routine-and-ritual, meditation, and journal writing. I have thought-tables (a form of evidence-based Cognitive Behaviour Therapy [CBT] regimented writing-therapy) on standby for particularly emotional outbursts or racing-thoughts. Interesting consequences: my stamina for home woodworking and working outdoors has increased. I can do my gentleman woodworking, forestry, and permaculture without tiring. Yesterday, driving home from the market, I asked TS if my obsession with painful memories has increased in frequency — she quipped that I’ve always rehashed conversations from my distant past. TS does it herself. I’ve been out of the classroom for over 2 years. Good. I’m redefining myself. Mister Neem the YRDSB-employed science teacher is becoming an old skin I’m sloughing off (and that particular image has been replayed a few times in my dreams overnight).
Today, while TS works at the Electric Woodpecker, I’m going to revise a woodshed roof and move more construction waste into it for casual burning. I also have a potential firewood customer that I want to address. It’s time to invest in a outdoor balance to measure out firewood. I won’t use my gasoline chainsaws on the farm if I’m alone. A log splitter would make it easier on my body to prepare firewood for sale. A neighbour near Highway 6 and Dyers Bay Road suggested I make a big bonfire and get rid of it all the construction waste once. I could use an electric-powered blower to increase its combustion effect. That’s a waste. Not yet.
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