Author: Bill
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In or Out
Blue wants in, We are out exploring on our snow-shoes, and Elle is still going. -
Weekend Thoughts
I am finding out from many sources that highly empathetic people who face nonstop exposure to a wide range of suffering have documented issues and are becoming more common. Compassion Fatigue is the term. Hmmm. I think I can relate. Starting with watching news and that guy I found in the street a few months back. And now my family stuff. Did I mention the dead whales and garbage I saw on the Oregon Coast?
From what I have read so far, compassion fatigue is trauma from feeling overwhelmed by the news, other people’s trauma, and the struggles of friends and family. It seems to cause a person to be preoccupied by injustice and the desire to fix it. As compassion fatigue goes on and gets worse, it affects apathy and massively chronic burnout takes hold. This can sabotage our relationships and connection with family. It will destroy physical, emotional, and happy energy. Just google the term. The one reoccurring point I read is that it resembles posttraumatic stress (PTSD).
Even if I am just crazy, lazy, and plain selfish (I get this from feedback), there are some things I am going to do (https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/compassion-fatigue).
- Exercise… check, easy one.
- Healthy eating… working on it and does actually help.
- Sleep and rest… hard one, so will try meditation to stop my mind from cranking out ideas all night.
- Time off… currently working on avoiding all things that trigger my apathy… for now.
- Therapy… thinking about this and considering what level, who, where, when.
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Missoula peril
I’m trying my best to find a way to enjoy Missoula. Now that everything is covered in ice I have ordered studded tires. And studded sneakers. And now that I have studded tires, the weather has warmed up and now it’s just slushy. So when I buy a canoe, it will snow again. But at least I will have a fat bike and be prepared for that, right?
Okay, I kust looked out the window and it has snowed all night. Not to mention that it is 10 degrees out now. I better shovel the slush before it freezes.
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Your colors fading
Not much today as I sit here in a mind haze. I have some leads on getting help for mom but I am so exhausted I need to just go into a cave and rest. I have been hearing this song Run Away To Mars and last night was flashing back to my bike pouting days when I would go on a deep winter ride in hopes I would never come back. It made me sad and the song struck a cord watering my eyes like it does when I start a fresh ride. I always returned to the world and healed. Biking really got me through some tough times. I think a good bike pout is in order.
In other news it is raining and I need studded bike tires …
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Blue
I have found a friend. No, I don’t feed him. And no, I do not let him into the house. I don’t want to feel like my new friend is coming to me for food or a cozy place to lie. I just want to know that he visits me for love. For snuggles. For companionship.
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j25
Well, yesterday did not go as planned. I seemed frozen. I almost did not get out to save myself. If I don’t go outside and bike, well, I basically go into a mindset of perpetual no return. A sinking hole. I am trying today to clear the slate and start over. Life is not what it seems, folks. Like the images here. Looks like the world’s best bike store. It is not. It is Scheels. A fake Trek store. I am glad I have a friend at Red Barn that got me my Farley… a true Trek store. Life is like that, folks. It doesn’t appear to be much, but go inside and everything you need for happiness is inside.
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Holiday Video
Hello world. Watching a video we made to remember our 2022 holiday gift giving exercise. Most notably, how Snuggles, aka Cuddles, pulled off the perfect gift. Giving me something from the J. Peterman Catalog. You heard that right. Some will know the significances. Others just don’t have a firing synapses. Anyway, we need to ramp up some think tank on getting help from experts. Experts that are not working for cash. Unless it is extraordinary information which I will pay for. Valuable information is priceless.
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Christmas Card
Coming clean. I automate everything. Including the posting of all blogs and media. Well, except for these words, which I added today. So yea, my real life is not is sync with social perceptions. I feel it is important to post bad things in life and not just the good. Social threads are depressing us and making us think everyone’s life is great … except ours. Life is ok right now, but not great. Mom’s in the hospital. It left dad to his own devices even though he doesn’t have any devices left. Almost like a homeless person with a unfamiliar home. Without mom, it is not home. Anyway, life is tough. I have to return to work today to get caught up and hoping something turns in their favor. Let’s all get over ourselves and move on… it will be us soon enough. Isn’t this card fun. Embrace the devil man.
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j22
No it is not christmas. And I am tired of playing F1 style star trek posts. Just looking at a christmas photo. This was fun. Today is not fun.
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j21
Emergency log j21 of the 23rd. With news of mom’s parrel, we are b-lining to home base to take control of the situation. We are enlisting creatures featured here to make preparations for our return.
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j20
Emergency beacon j20 of the 23. The crew’s friends here doing a guest post. They are doing an emergency evacuation back to home base after learning of their mom’s bad luck. Soon their mornings will look like the data presented here. The team will present the data collected at their current location at a later date. We will learn more when they get within the data streams.
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j19
Travel log j19 in the 23. We have been looking at the good datasets but today the worse. And seemingly the not so favorite state campground that Oregon has provided. Still the current data points to a better land. We shall begin to plan a move. With no cell coverage we are getting numerous static signals from the homeland. All is bad and mom and dad have met their biggest roadblock. Mom is being taken away and no one can find dad. We will plan to stop collecting data and return to home base.
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j18
Travel log j18 in the 23. Samples from the last decade seem to indicate that our current data is much better. We hiked costal light houses and found another state campground. Just like the light that led the way in ancient times, this place becons. We dont have cell here and the mom and dad situation is seeming dire.
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j17
Travel log j17 in the 32nd year of this world. So musch devil dust data to proccess. We hope to finish looking at the Two Larch run videos and in parallel collect new beach fat biking data. Mom is AOL back in the homeland and efforts to get her flowers continues. Cell coverage is touch and go.
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j16
Travel log j16 in the year of the 23. Mom’s birthday and instead of a flower devivery we got word she is in the hospital. On the coast and will continue our journey disecting the Devil dust adventures in contrast with fat biking on the coastal beaches. So far we like the beaches better.
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j15
Travel log j15 in the year 23. Studies of the devil dust night rides today. After we hope to hit the coast for contrast data collection.
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J14
Travel-log j14 of the year 23. We got about 5 hours to the west of Missoula and hare held up at a rest area for some sleep. We are getting used to brown. The color that fights the devel dust, that covers it up. And when the devel dust is gone we will once again see brown. Today we head to the Hood River area and beyond. So happy that things have become simple. Pee, coffee, and drive. So simple. So great.
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