I used to watch all the games, as a kid, with my dad. For me, Jordan’s the goat 🤷🏾‍♂️

When I was a teenager, my family of four had to move into an 18-foot Class C RV.

My dad took a job across the state, and we had nowhere to live and no money. My parents did the best they could.

We eventually moved into a little double-wide for rent in town.

People might look down on that, but I'm telling you right now that summer and the next 18 months were my childhood's two most memorable years.

We did free things and drove almost daily into the region's outskirts. My brother and I would explore the ruins of abandoned cabins, peeling back layers of wall insulation of the day (newspapers) to reveal dates from the early 1900s.

We played outside because the inside was really only for sleeping or shelter during storms.

We went to every museum and attended every free event downtown put on.

We became experts at which washing machines and dryers worked the best in the local laundromat.

We spent copious amounts of time in the libraries, especially the one that had the basement where a rummage sale happened each week.

We experienced extreme weather bouts where we learned so much about ourselves and the world around us.

We hiked on the weekends.

Mom had to take a part-time job. I used to help her periodically and learned some things by doing that, too.

I learned about angry yellow jackets, bucket rides that helped you scale mountains, and legends of the local Native Americans.

Forest fires happened the following summer. After that, we joined the mushroom pickers for a chance to make extra money. I remember I got to keep around $20 for putting up with Dad dragging us up the mountainside.

Mom wasn't 100% pleased, that I remember, but it was a good adventure, and by the end of the day, my brother and I were too tired to argue.

The wildlife was unmatched for that part of the world.

I'm sure my parents had an entirely different perspective on things, but those two years were full of imagination, awe, and discovery. Thirty-five years later, I still remember the most details from that period.

I never would have had those experiences had we not moved into that tiny RV, no matter how temporary.

#story #stories #memoir

Great depression soup lines, 1930

Canada food bank lines, 2024

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THIS INDUSTRY IS ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL.

THE TRUTH IS I HAVE BEEN BURNED OUT FOR AT LEAST THREE YEARS NOW BUT THE ONLY REAL OPTION IS TO PUSH FORWARD.

RHR IN FIVE HOURS AT 1800 UTC. 🫡

Thank you! So many of our neighbors (mostly elderly who have been here 40+ years) are now asking us to help them with their houses 🥰

Neither my husband nor I grew up learning how to fix or build anything except for teeth. With the help of YouTube and helpful Lowe’s employees we are learning and getting things done 💪.

It’s shocking how satisfying it is.

Was going to wait a bit but no better time than the present. I get no value out of this place or bitcoin twitter anymore. Deleting the socials. It's been fun I guess, going to focus on building.

Peace.

Planning, planing for next year.

Unawatuna is beautiful - and fun to say. If the ‘submarine diving school’ and ‘fun snorkelling trips’ end up being just a fisherman handing out plastic straws I’m gonna be a little sad 😭 but also I hope it is, just to see my brothers faces 🥹

This beauty arrived yesterday 👀 its crazy how I can play all the classics from Nintendo, other systems, and even PS1 🧡 also comes with an android dual boot, possibilities are endless...

What a shit show. I can't believe that they're crying that advertisers decided to boycott their company, exercising their right to support and work with whomever they want to to business with.

Bitcoiners and Nostriches are my heroes. I love you guys.

🫂

#Bitcoin #Nostr

He really is a king among clowns

Seems like Craig might have lied about filing that appeal.

Craig lying… I’m shocked!

Luls

You can’t unclown a clown

GM NOSTR 🤙 #coffeechain