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  • Official high was 98 yesterday. I couldn't cool off enough to sleep until nearly midnight, then I woke up around 5:30am. I still feel a little heatsick, but I ate corn chips & salsa and feel a little better. Probably going to be around 100 F today & tomorrow.
    I have to run my air conditioner off a generator (yes, the Cummins) and the fuel tank lasts around 4 or 5 hours, then I have to wait around 90min to restart it. If I lived in a regular RV it would be much worse, they have no insulation and get to be over 100 F inside in the summer. My home is well insulated.
    I feel sick. Yesterday morning I didn't take my Adderall because the pill fell out of my mouth, so I was sick all day and couldn't sleep. I took it this morning and felt well enough to go to the hardware store in Yreka, but I feel sick again. It might be the heat-around 95 F today.
    If I had killed myself in high school, all the kids would have laughed. Being an old man who has deliberately abandoned society gives me the privilege of dying alone and unmourned. I much prefer the latter.
    Tired
    Tired
    You are only 49, you aren't old. Life is hard and very often it feels, like it's just bleak and sad, but it's worth living, because you never know, when will something good happen to you. And as long as you live, good things can happen.
    When I die, nobody will notice or care. The only way the world will know I died is when the real estate flipper who buys my property at the county delinquent tax auction has the lock to my tiny home drilled to get it ready for demolition. I just hope it isn't too gross-interior wetness is a big problem in winter.
    Aspychata
    Aspychata
    It's true, life feels insignificant, l feel insignificant. So live life on your terms. You are doing that. Seems like this is working out for you?
    oregano
    oregano
    Actually, I was responding to Tony's post about how all the women would be happy if he died. I used to think similar, but now I realize that in the greater scheme of things that I am insignificant and not special. Since nobody cares, I live life for me and not for anybody else, since in the end other people don't care how much effort you put into making them happy.
    is happy that I don't have to encounter people until my chiropractor appointment on 17 June.
    Aspychata
    Aspychata
    Hope you are doing well. This year seemed a little tough for you.
    T
    thejuice
    Get a refund if they rip you off
    Walmart run tomorrow morning. Can't put it off any longer. At least there aren't many people out at 8am on a Saturday in a town of 7800 people. Hoping to make it through til 17 June (my chiropractor appointment) without having to go out.
    My meds screw up my system so I drink lots of electrolyte drinks. I then run out unexpectedly so I have to drive to Yreka and get more. This involves yet more interaction with the outside world.
    I had to have an eye exam bc the doctor filling in for my regular PCP (who had a baby girl) insisted that my eyes must be suffering from diabetes even though I told her I can see fine. The optometrist confirmed this, but I had to register as a new patient with the eye clinic.
    I keep having to interact with the outside world even though I don't want to. I couldn't stuff any more trash into my trash cans so I had to make the hour long drive to the dump. This involves construction zones and police looking for prey.
    My radio is having a cow.

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    Aspychata
    Aspychata
    I started collecting these in my car. I feel so childish. And l bought one for a gift. Cute cow.
    S
    stevens
    That activated a special interest...not the cow, the Hammarlund radio. Takes me back a way.
    Revenge will come when the food deliveries stop coming someday and the remnants of the White colonizers will have to forage for food and medicine. "We must remember the old ways, for the time will come when we will need them again." -a wise Indigenous California elder
    Strange that the Whites in the valleys don't realize that the Indigenous tribes might have more knowledge of stuff like edible/medicinal native plants given that they've been here much longer than Europeans. A common theme among locals is "why should the indians 150 miles downstream tell us what to do?" regarding the dam removals.
    65 miles one way to get to the Karuk "capital", over a winding mountain road that follows the Klamath River Canyon. By the end of the round trip I was nauseous from motion sickness. I had to stop and buy Dramamine. This morning I was still woozy and foggy, and I had to sleep much of the day. Still worth it.
    $64 but it is worth it. Elaine also noted that as far as acorns go, you collect them in the fall and put them in a warm dark place to "cure" over the winter, similarly to how alcohol is aged. Then you peel and mash them, mix them with water, then boil the mush (same consistency as Cream of Wheat, she said) until the tannin has been leached out.
    We hear the time clock beep and of course it is Elaine, who looks full blood Karuk right down to her ceremonial face tattoos. So I start talking to her. She recommended two books, one is a simple "Ethnobotany of the Karuk People", the other was written by a Karuk shaman and is more focused on natural medicine.
    Drove out to the Karuk Tribe reservation yesterday. Went into the community center and the woman behind the counter is White. I start asking questions and she says "Elaine knows all that stuff, she's not here right now, but she'll be here later."
    I might head out to the Karuk Tribe reservation this week, and ask somebody at their resource center/museum what the best/most nutritious native plants would be to grow in my garden. The Whites in the valley just say "uh, we pasture cattle here, buddy".
    The chassis of a 1937 Emerson AM131 tube radio has been on a shelf staring at me for months. "Fix me, you coward!" I am always the procrastinator, even as a kid the only thing that made me do school projects was a looming deadline.
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