There's a new moon tonight. It will be pitch black outside. When there's no moon , there's not much light in these woods. You can stand out on the porch, and not be able to see your hand in front of your face.
On nights like this, I use all the outside lights. They used to be all red, but now I have some blue and green flood lights out there. Blue doesn't work as well with night vision equipment, but the green and red are fine. I can turn on the infrared projector on the night vision device if I need to, though I prefer the passive mode.
I did absolutely nothing constructive today. It's my habit not to work on projects on Sunday if I can help it. It's an outmoded convention, since now every day is a free day, but when I was working Sunday was my favorite day of the week. At least, until evening when I started dreading the start of a new week at the office.
There have been several helicopters overhead tonight. I'm on a low level navigation route for the Air Force, and sometimes for the Army. They both have air bases Southwest of me, and I'm directly in line from both bases to an easily defined mountain top. They've been coming over me since I started living here. I often wonder if my colored lights help them. I know when I was flying, it was dead reckoning. We had the VOR system and sometimes TACAN, but compared to GPS those were stone age. A lot of flying was looking at a map on your knee board and trying to see something on the ground you could use to place yourself. I know I would have been grateful for some lights to fix my position flying over anything dark, be it ocean or mountains. Today they probably don't do dead reckoning anymore.
I have done most of my cooking this week with bulk food items that have been stored here since the summer of 1999. Everything is still good. Today I made vanilla pudding, and a vegetable soup, all of it using supplies from the food we laid in before the Y2K non-event. Everything tastes fine, though I have no way of knowing about the nutrient content. I've eaten canned food I had stored down there for more than ten years, and it was fine too.
I've been trying to find blogs written by people who live in the desert. There are a lot of them, but they all seem to have been terminated and just abandoned. I can't find any that are still being kept up.
I've often thought that if you could find a place way out at the end of one of those straight roads you see from the air out there, you'd be set. Somewhere with some water and maybe a butte behind it for a little shade part of the day.
I know of two bloggers who live in the desert. One was that old guy who was in an episode of "Where the Wild Men Live." He has a pretty good set up.
The other is to be found here: The Ultimate Answer to Kings. This fellow leads the real solitary life in the desert. I don't think I could handle roughing it like he does at this stage of my life, but I admire the way he does it.
I've also been trying to find blogs written in English by Germans. I would like to learn more about the conditions in Germany. But I haven't been having any luck. All the English language blogs so far have turned out to be advertisements.
When my wife and I lived in Italy, we spent a lot of time up in Germany. I mentioned that in a recent post. The NATO officers school was in Oberammergua , in Bavaria. There was also a big Army recreational facility in Garmische, not far away. We always enjoyed Germany. I'm the only Marine in the picture. At the time, there were only about 26 Marine officers stationed in all of Europe, not counting embassy people.
And now I live up here, and I don't go much of anywhere. It suits me now. Everything I need is right here on the mountain.
I've turned our apartment over the shop into a place to just hang out , drink coffee, and listen to the shortwave. Don't go out there much anymore unless the kids are down, then I stay in the apartment at night because I go to bed early and they go to bed very late. I was younger ( a lot) when that picture was taken.
This was me in 1977. That's the first house I ever bought. It was a nice little place, in a quiet neighborhood in the "ville" just outside Marine Corps Air Station New River. All my neighbors were Marines. I could have stayed on base in the Bachelor Officer's Quarters, they were pretty comfortable. But even back then I was always on the look out for a tax deduction. Never got to spend much time there, because I was always deployed.
This is us about 1987. My daughter is 31 now.
And this is pretty much how I look today. Oh,well.....
This has been a rambling post, but I'm trying not to think about anything political tonight. Whatever is happening out there in "the world" that would infuriate me, tonight I'm taking a break from it.
Eventually, you have to settle down and be content.