Riding a bicycle around my town.

I'm fortunate enough to live in a place where I can get where I need to be on one without riding up some big giant highway or something, the joys of living in a small fishing village. "15 minute city" lol but the people who love to use that phrase would never live here, too many working class "bumpkins" and not enough commie bloc housing.

I'm completely geared up to take my whole family all around this place on bicycles, including the toddler and dog. I won't live in this spot forever, but while I'm here I'm gonna make the best of it, whip my ass into shape again, feel the tactile, infinite dimensions of experience in the world around me as I move through it. I'm only firing up the truck if I can't do something on my bike for the rest of my time in this place.

Share the music that's the theme of your day. I'll start.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEERiOgBOrg

(Sorry it's a youtube link)

Buy and sell regular items on the secondary market for cash.

Me and some pink birds where I live. My buddy is not good at taking pictures.

12b, so a good place for tropical plants, but I still get freezes and the south is generally a good place for most hot weather plants. If you're up north you'd need a greenhouse for turmeric.

Your step sons friend is going to rob him.

I grew up catching them. They're cool as shit, we called them horny toads.

They're all dying out now. They eat one species of ant that is being outcompeted by fire ants which are from south america. The species of ant they eat you can recognize, they're aggressive but not as much as fire ants, lightly ants but they build small little sandy mounds usually with one hole in the middle. Their sandy usually looks like tiny clumps.

Exactly, you can't fix the world. You can only fix your own life. And if enough people do that, the world gets fixed. And they'll have no choice one day.

I've grown them a few years, they're easy.

For winters, after the second year they grow huge underground, when the shoots die back just dig them up and put a bulb with a knot back in the ground for 2 years later. As long as it's below the frost line it will be fine. You'll lose a few every year, but once you get them propagated out you'll never run out. They're reasonably resilient plants.

Clover growing from an oak stump. Life finds a way.

The owner of the property I'm on doesn't like my wife's cover crop choices for the ground in front of my hovel. Can you guess what they prefer? Grass. The land looks like shit, minus a few neighbors that plant roundup ready turf and put a ton of effort keeping the monocrop going. My wife just plucks undesirables periodically for an hour or so and helps a couple of native, not tall growing plants propagate around our place. The owner says it looks "abandoned", but it's the healthiest patch of ground here.

Some people just don't get it. I can't wait until I own my patch of ground. All the grass will be doomed.

Busy as hell life lately. Kids are growing up and dad's role changes a little bit daily. So much to do and I'm too lazy to keep up with all of it. And the guys I'm doing work for right now are not behaving competently. But still, life's good.

Going to the middle of nowhere, from the already middle of nowhere where you live, just because you want to and it's fun. I like it.

Beautiful night at home with the best people in the world.

I wish I had my own island.

Fucking crazy. My "confiscated" crab trap washed up on shore. Of all the places it could've wound up in the ocean, it just washes right up by itself. Wild.

So free crab summer is officially back on. Apologies to my friend, who has promised to keep the date on it current from now on.

It's a difficult one. I've lost a couple. I have family that went through it and had a really rough time.

It's part of the commitment you make when you take on a dog. A dog gives themselves to you wholly. Your commitment to them is to give them a good life, and to deal with the emotional burden when the time comes. Unless you're really old, you'll outlive your dog unless you're really unlucky. It's best case scenario with those amazing little beings. It still sucks, but we bear it because we love them.

In, crab trap confiscated. Lesson learned: don't count on someone who can't keep a basil plant alive. Looks like my free crab summer is over early lol.

What is a serviceberry?

Teaching a little kid about the world really reminds you how arbitrary everything really is. "The moon is up in the day half the time, rain is when water falls from the sky not the shower, youre going to be big and have your own kids one day" all these seem self evident to us as adults, but as a kid thats not the case and we take that for granted. Its not until later when you make sense of all these things that you understand how everything comes together. And even then there's plenty that never does. But until then, everything is just a grab bag of seemingly unrelated facts to memorize.

Share a story.

Curating who is in your life requires discrimination, a word with a bad connotation nowadays but really just means being discerning in your judgments. Without doing that you'll be at the whim of others, weathering their storms, you can't be the arbiter of your life if you just let whoever wants to be in it, for whatever reasons they have, find a way in. I try to learn my lessons once.

You can't beat the secondary market. Everything here cost me under $100 total. None of it is stolen lol. 50 bucks for the bike, 20 for the trailer, and I had to get a couple things to complete it.

Still not done, one of the pedal arms is stripped out. I'll probably have to buy a new set. Once that's done I'll take the munchkin to check the crab trap.

Why am I such a secondary market enthusiast? I like to buy things at their marginal utility and I like to keep capital flowing between human beings instead of with megalithic machines. Also, it feels better to work on your property, a little elbow grease makes things more yours.

Naming an animal you intend to kill is a boss move.

It's just a communal affirmation. We join groups to hone ourselves, and that shared narrative is a part of that. It's exhausting to me too, but it's just par for the course, when you associate with groups and archetypes and people with shared values, often their narrative affirmation becomes boring. You agree maybe, but you don't need to hear about it all the time. It feels cultish, but it's really not, it's people reminding themselves of their stated goals.

I am a naked, nameless wild animal.