Journalling at Journey Jeep, Coquitlam

I’m here with Madigan waiting for service to change out a transmission part that was recalled . The transmission light came on my dashboard and I brought it in.  They ordered the part and I’m back again. Service has a 15 year old cocke spanielr female who Madigan said hello to.  He speaks Poodle, spaniel and selective English.  The good news is they say it will only take 1 1/2 to 2 hours.  I told Laura and she’s off for her hair apt on Oak.

I feel more settled in June than May.  I think it’s a seasonal thing given that 29 years ago I stopped smoking and drinking.  I’d read the “cloud of unknowing’ back then to,  So my inner world and outer world were not in alignment.  Major shift back to the spiritual .  I’m understanding women after a few marriages.  Family has been so important to these women while I am close to family but not do interconnected. Indeed as a man I’ve been rather loosely connected social.  I’ve been more focused on my ‘mission’ and ‘task oriented’ while they have been people focused .  

The key factor in my life was the lack of children. I married professionals who didn’t have children and later I did that sperm test to find I was functional but had picked women who weren’t after the first one.  It could just be and lack of ‘compatibility’ but I married for family wanting to follow in my family footsteps but being supportive of the ‘feminist’ movement. Now I know that the ‘meritocracy’ of the women’s movement was hijaccked by the Marxist anti male contingents.  So the Christian home I came from was lost in the aetheism and later in the appearances. Yet here I was once the president of the amalgamated youth groups, years studying Christianity and spirituality, meditation and following God into medicine. I was guided by Dr. Ridd and Dr. White. 

I never understood the motivation of the women. They were becoming doctors to and seemed content to contribute to the profession while I was focused on the core of healing and the relationship with God that took me from family medicine to psychiatry.  Politics and its restrictions had interfered with surgery and private medicine. I studied community medicine and it’s public health isssues also affect by Marx rather than the Christian theology that underlay the whole development of charity and care.  

Marx and the aetheism of communism were like a cancer on the goodness’s I followed. But I was a big fan of empire and governments and Victorian ideals too.  My friend and I said that James Bond had decided out social life along with Captain Kirk.  The influences on youth and purpose are surprising.  Dad would have liked me to be an engineer while his father wanted him to be a farmer and rancher.

I’m so pleased I became a family physician and clinician. On a good day I even am thankful I chose psychiatry though I regret leaving Community Medicine.  

Addiction eventually caught up.  When I married I left the adolescent world of binge and escape but that world returned with each divorce. Maybe even the desire to blatto on wine and pot called me from the mundane.  The devil was conquered by Jesus but he lingers to catch stragglers.  Divorce certainly takes you out of the herd as man whereas the women gather about the divorced female.  Where as I was searching for sensation and the ‘girlfriend’ the women were more mature looking for a ‘vehicle’ for their life.  One actually admitted they want a replacement daddy while I was looking for portable sex. I was on a journey and saw the woman like a thermos of beer. I’m not saying my little head was sophisticated.  The theology and philosophy and all the cutting edge science had to contend with an adolescent caveman.  Hormones and such 

I really have been seeking freedom and loved the Bird on a wire song by Cohen.  I’d begun reading cohen in high school and so many of his songs describes the sights and journey.  Gordon Lightfoot, the Beatles, Travelling Wilbury’s all had their meaning.

Looking back I was working and living medicine and psychiatry in hospitals and clinic. Then I was in AA meetings and back at church.  I listen now to shows and songs that came out of 90’s and 2000’s and I’m disconnected from that world. I sobered up after the homesteading when I was still part of a community when I was back in Vancouver with a ship and a wife who never wanted to leave her family home and an earlier time. We were both rebuilding lived.  She was skiing and I was outfitting an offshore sailing boat.  On a good day i saw us sailing around the world working as clinicians in health care and on a bad day having a way to survive the doomzooming of the climate change cult and the corrupt aetheist death cult government.  I’d really liked thee homestead and clinic and raising chickens.  There was no status for me in this city village after living in London and San Francisco.  Canada was wilderness not sophistication. Vancouver wasn’t even Toronto or Winnipeg though it was a wannabe.

Sober I travelled and pilgrimaged seeking closer contact with God striving to do the next right thing and after a year of strict celibacy retuning to intimate relationships but now with a bisexuality and an unwillingness to seek children and family despite the hope of church friends. The church was family. But I was now associated with the DINK - dual income no kids group and prayed and sailed and hiked and camped and hunted and fished.  

Looking back I’ve had a most interesting life, and I’ve always done ‘service’.  In my work and at home and in my volunteer service with AA and Church.  I romanticize the hippy era with ‘free sex’ and wine and pot. We say that’s alcohol is cunning, baffling and powerful and it presents as desire. The ‘sins’ are ‘missing the mark’.

I’m big on pride despite my daily whack a mole experience. I play peek a boo with Jesus and wonder what to do as I’m waiting for the Messiah.  I’ve money in the bank and am in dept for my motorhome but remember my mom saying she liked me in debt because she knew I’d be working to pay it off whereas when I was flush she didn’t know what I’d be doing next.  I don’t know.

Today I get asked if I plan to retire. There’s such a shortage of clinicians that the question is the concern of the person that they will be without a service. The question might go to the shoemaker or hairdresser or grocer.  My retiring would disrupt a thousand perhaps.  I have no desire to retire.  I like my life right now and remember the dream in La Paz that I’d work from my boat in different harbour.  Now I’ve sailed across an ocean and down a continent but have sold the boat and have a land barge , the Thor motorhome with a dinghy tow hitch form my Jeep.  I work virtual with Starlink and Cellphone and MacBook Pro and IPad connecting virtually to make consultations diagnosis and prescribe medications.  I contribute.  I’m part of a ‘team’  and the government increasingly communist calls us ‘workers’.  Marxist Neo medievalism has restored the manager and peasant killing the king but also now destroys the middle class, the professionals and trades as the rapacious greedy managers and peasant suck the life out of the society built by the trinity not the binary.  Society is more stupid.

And I study Christian trinity, father , son and Holy Spirit and think the Holy Spirit is a feminine. We are all female before the prime mover God but there was that time when there was a female god and another time of God the father and the mother.  I’m seeking God within and believe the mystical spiritual relationship with God is possible.  Each day I have one day at a time and practice Brother Lawrence’s Presence of God. I visit holy sites, Jerusalem, Bethlemehn, Rome, Ethiopia, Paris, Dublin, Galway, Edinburgh and Aberdeen.

I think of a sex change. I imagine it would be an adventure to experience the world as a trans woman.  Like black like me.  I’ve expanded my awarenesss of gender in the company of the LGBT world not able to relive my own life through the lives of my children and the connections to the future.

So much is decided by the children.  Parents meaning and being are defined by their futures.

I’ve a dog and live to some degree because of him.  Parents especially mothers are least like to kill themselves I’d not kill myself because of my dog My dog needs me.

Meanwhile the aetheist governments , communism the religions of aetheism lie about ‘scaricity’ and promoted MAID and euthanasia to add to Malthus.  Of course space travel solves the problem just as the opening of North and South American solved the problem when Europe thought they were ‘overpopulated’.  The poverty in the world is a product of incompetent management but then it’s said we get the government we deserve.  Here it’s like living an empisode of invasion of the body snatcher with our Ottawa low brows being Luddite’s and lyabout science . I loved the book Radival Abundance and love being another godly who are optimistic about life and life after death.  I just listened to Live for Today,

I don;t know what I’ll do when I grow up.  I watch detective showss and westerns on tv and read westerns when I’m not reading biology, theology and genetics.  I put in a day of work and pay the rent and teases to support a village disgusted to learn how the political thieves are stealing.  I’m following law and order nad didn’t like seeing the psychopathies and sociopaths working in the jails.  But I know the doctors and judges and most politicians and beaurocratic were well intended. 

Wars continue.  Islam is attacking Christianity in the Sudan.  The communist aetheists continue to genocied the Buddhists of Tibet .  Love and war. 

I really do believe mother’s tell their children to button down the hatched when they drive their space ships past earth.  

Look, they kill God

I’m struggling with loving the spiritual as opposed to to loveing the material.  Everything in moderation ,  Obesity reigns among those who judge the fit who have sex.  The girls work out in the gym and the men follow avarice.  It’s all rather primitive.  

But I’m not immune to the absurd, 

These are the result of the feminization photo feature on Grok. I like the face lift as part of the feminization.  I think the younger version is better than the turkey neck.  I don’t want to act my age or fight a war I liked when we said ‘make love not war’.  Aging is not for the young.  I liked my gorgeous friend saying at 40 she was chequng out a 20 yo when she realized she was being ignored and imaged him seeing her as a corpse.  Ageism is much more ubiquitous now in Canada than racism or any of the other popular ‘isms’.  I’ve had little need for the health care systm but here I am obviously in need of major cosmetic surgery and I’m probably too old for it anyways.  I’m thankful I’ had my hair colored and that I have hair.  My friend had taken to shaving off whatever he has left. I’m due for a chiropractic treatment this weekend because my back hurts mostly because I’m over weaight and need ozempic an lipo suctioning. I’m thinking of fasting. I used to fast for days and weeks.  I meet a bass player who fasted and ask him if he was doing it to assist his meditation and spiritual development, He said no “I’m between gigs and poor and find I can get higher on pot when I’m fasting’.  

George is giving me my 29 year cake in a couple of weeks if I don’t get drunk and leave for LA to be a pole dancer.  My friend is singing again and plans to do her retirement doing jazz and country. My other friend is reciting poetry. They’re the women I know .  I find I like the girls play better than the men play at my age.  I don’t want to watch sports and chug beer though I like my male friend who arr in the library researching or building little houses , Mostly those guys are thinking of their sons and daughters. The single guys are planning trips to Sturges or going fishing.  

I’m thinking of going for lunch wearing a skort.  I like the material compared to the rough canvass though I could have lived forever in the tropics without only my sailing shorts or sarong. Winter clothes in Canada are heavy.  I’m liking the summer.  I miss the nudist beaches of younger years.  I tired of scuba diving because I didn’t like all the gear. I’m liking ‘light’.  I’m letting go of the heavy.  I don’t want negativity and the media is full of it. Must men always be so pompous.  I fear I’m pedantic.  I really need to lose weight if I want to go to any beach given the weight of my vanity.

Thank you God for this day and this life. Thank you Jesus for your sacrifice and love. 

Friday June morning, waiting for Laura

Sometimes I feel like I’ve used up my energy and ideas for the week and waiting for Laura is like waiting for the mobile battery charger.  She’s’ usually depleted by her week but together we can generate a charge .  Maybe it’s Madigan’s enthusiasm seeing us together. He likes when there are three of us.  Safety in numbers. 

It’s been a mundane week mostly.Sometimes they run together.  We’ve has some glorious suny days.,  I’ve even had the lawn chair out enjoying a bit of sun.  The big event was selling the Harley last Friday.  I enjoyed going to Metro Vespa and retrieving my Vespa.  I really like my new leather jacket.  I figured I can’t wear the Harley one I love beause I no longer can say ‘my other bike is a Harley’ I really like this new leather jacket.  But when I left the motorcycle store at Commercial and 12th I couldn’t start the Vespa because the fob battery was dead. Service at Vespa told me how to start the Vespa when the fob is dead. The engineer’s think of everything.  I returned and received a new fob and further education about the fob. I like the Vespa and now just have to ensue I can carry it behind the Jeep when I’m towing the Jeep with the motorhome.,  Laura and I have 10 days over July 1 in Harrison’s.  I’m not sure if the public hot springs pool is open but I hope it is.  I am looking forward to cold swims.

I really enjoyed putting the money from the Harley onto the Jeep loan .  Now I have to put money into tax free savings accounts.  It’s been a trial buying the jeep and paying taxes and paying for the hitch to tow the jeep. I’m interfading with merchants and sales men and feeling like I’m a doctor in a fight with my hands tied. Everyone else is wheeling and dealing and feel pride and cleverness and in my work I’m so restricted and controlled with our incomes fixed in so many ways and so much regulation.  So that was my moment of self pity.  Everything is fine and God is with me and I’m pleased to be making such good progress. 

The storage locker remains as challenge.  But I’m now at a point where I have a home and can pick up and go pulling my jeep.  I still have a camper to be sold and a boat and trailer but they’ll maybe bring $10 or 20 thousand.  Every bit helps. I’d like to pay off the Jeep loan but I need to put money into the tax free accounts to reduce my tax.  This year I paid even more taxes.  I muddle along though.  There really is progress and the burden is lighter.

I think of travelling south again in the winter.  I’d like to make 3 months in the south. In the last few years of snow birding Ive mostly donee a bout a couple of month.  My back continues to cause pain but the winter hot springs and activities keep me functional.  The chiropractor helps and I do 15 minutes of Foundation Training and tai chi.  I really need to lose 40 lbs and increase my daily exercise from 5000 to 6000 steps to more than 10 thousand steps.  With less weight my back would have less strain and my sleep apnea would improve.  

I like to lie on the couch and watch tv and read and eat.  

It’s a cloudy day.  We’ve had cloudy days during the week .,  No great rain but spitting.

I finished the historical novel about the Korean War.  I’ve started another. I’m enjoying the 1916. Irish audio book.  I was delighted to find that Evelyn Underhill wrote several books on Mysticism. Having read her classic and listened to the audiobook I’m now reading her Christian Mystics and looking forward to her Cloud of Uknowing.  Last Sunday we had our monthly Western Canada Doctors in Recovery meeting.  I’ve attended the Saturday morning MD@ Idaa meetings with Terry.  I really enjoy the Wednesday night Burnaby Fellowship men’s meeting.  I’ll go to church this weekend.  I’ve a hair appointment with Sharin too.  

May is a strange month.  I sobered up in June and May was the month i was with the biker drug dealing low life criminal crowd.  March was when the clinic died with Sherrie into cocaine and not showing up for work, refusing to get help , disrupting the clinic and doing her covert and angry doctor routine with all the lies and chaos.  But she didn’t get treatment and she blamed me and I just didn’t want to continue. Nights to get sleep I’d had to take the dog ins search of a hotel or motel that would have us.  Then I headed to the country knowing we’d be accepted and just unwilling to be fighting against her and patients and trying to keep everything going.,  She’d promised repeatedly she woujldn’’t do the destructive thangs again.  Moving my shot gun so when the bear came into the back yard the dog and I had to chase it off with me carrying a broom and terrified for his life. Her changing the radar on call so we had no radar going under the Golden Gate Bridge in the fog and riding off the bow wave of the tanker .  Her drunken night when she sped the car into the wall smashing my side of the car.  The weeks and months she never left her office in the government refusing to dose patients and having rage attacks.  I hate all the lies.  It was borderline and narcissistic and betrayals and betrayals and insane.  Her mother had all those notes calling her a whore and slut and they’d tried to kill her father .  It was all so twisted and she was always spending my money and claiming she had none when she was a millionaires and had all this wealth but I was just keeping equipment going and getting the practice going and she’d had a grow operation in the house while I was away. I was terrified not knowing what she’d do next   I finally said, “I can treat a hundred insane people or be with you but I can’t do both.”   I think she knew that her not letting me sleep adn being up all night on cocaine would do the trick. Also hurting patients. I couldn’t believe how she would destroy p;hone messages and lie about tests and seeing the daily deceit and her causing other peoples suffering and treating poor people with disdain,  I know it was the drugs all the pot and wine she consumed.,  I was there smoking dope and drinking wine but thought I was functioning. I certainly wasn’t trying to hurt her or others or cause such destruction.  The mother’s death made everything worse and exposed the depth of the insanity of the mother who had tried to destroy the father and blamed him for all the death and disorder and treated her daughter abysmally.  I wasn’t up to storm.  I was also seeing a psychiatrist who was a company doctor and more interested in saving the appearances and ultimately lied to,  

I so thanked Ray for getting ne out of hell hole psychiatry was with the drunken heads , corruption and perversion.  I loved Graeme saying to me ‘some people run with the cheetahs and some people run with the turkeys, you’ve sure been running with the turkeys.’

I returned to church knowing that was good in my life and thanked seeing Willy.  I was a year celebrate and thankful to return to prayer and meditation,  That had been good too.  I loved AA and the serenity prayer and was ready to return to general practice because that had been good but thanks to Ray I went to IDAA in Toronto and met Hank Olivier , the Louisiana psychiatrist who took me under his wings and convinced me that it was all going to better without the alcohol and drugs and being away from the alcohol and drug people.  Then 30 world famous psychiatrists , names, from several countries stood together and said the Lord’s Prayer,  I did another speciality in Addiction Mediccine and was glad to work as a sub specialist,.  I’m still doing that 29 years later.

I have a cake coming up and am astonished that it’s been that long ,  I sailed solo in winter through Hurricane to the Hawaiian Island .,  I worked several years as the psychiatrist ad MOA of the Mariana Islands.  I’ve camped and hunted and fished.  I’ve been there for my mother annd father in their final years and for my brother.,  It’s been a hard time, My closest friends have died and I’ve been present. I’m so thankful for AA and sobriety so that I could be present and of service, 

Now my ship is gone and my truck and I’m living in this Thor motorhome which is sufficient and elegant,.  Studart my Scotty died in Saipan.  Gilbert died in Covid.  I lost a couple of cats and now there’s Madigan and me. He’s 5 years old and a going concern.  A bit crazy and had a tough start in Covid.  I was almost ready to put him down when Laura and he had such trouble and he was trying to hump everything and chewing everything and peeing on everything.  Alone with me he was okay but with her and me he was impossible.  Dr. Biernacki the vet was special.  Everything had gone sideways when the groomer hurt him and since then I pay for the vet to sedate him for grooming,  I was thankful for so many people who helped me 

I liked working at Royal Columbia with Lydia, Belinda, and at DocSide with Gary and Mary Lou.  I loved Strathcona Men’s and Scotty and Michelle and then there was George and John and Vivian died in Covid.  Art continues to be a brick.  Now a colonel.  I liked my Captain friend in Calgary and one day will meditate with him.  Elliott was there too spiritually challenges., I thought to have a sex change and still consider it, I don’t see anymore masculine heroic challenges so thought maybe see the world from the female side like ‘black like me’ ,  Different challenges, I like the non binary and struggle with my own judgenentalness and ego and the unkindness I carry.  I was happy with God and me but in AA I learned God works through other people.  

Love God and love your neighbour as yourself,  There is you and the other and you are not God.  God is the first principe not the second so openness and receptiveness, Now with my back injury from Grandad’s home in Aberdeen.  My election is intermittent too,  Unreliable,  It’s there but I don’t want to hurt my back more.  

I’ve loved the travels study and pilgrimages ., I love museums and art galleries.

I didn’t sign up for IDAA in Chicago this year.  I want to save money and have been to Chicago several times.  I’m breaking Hank’s rule of going every year but I balanceing the costs of motorhome and travel and aging and feeling I will be okay.  I may go to the west coast meeting, I’m planning the pharmaceuticals conference which helps my practice. I continue to supervise so am contributing to Gary and the College.  I really would like to reduce the debt but am doing well and will be able to retire in 10 years though I could now as I have the money to pay off the Thor and Jeep but it’s best to just carry on ‘Good orderly direction’.  

I feel blessed and grateful that I am where I am today.  Thank you for Madigan. Thank you for Laura. Thank your for Adell and the nephews, great nephews and great neice and the God children,  Thank you for patients and service and right livelihood Help me to progress and know you more deeply Lord and serve you,  

Thank you Jesus

Harley Nightster Special Motorcycle Sold

IIt’s been a busy week.  I am pleased that on Friday I sold the Harley to Deepack.  It was a morning of my time and I don’t like the process , the merchant mind and dickering and competing and people wanting to get the best deal without anyone realizing I’ve been unable to strike and had my income restricted and controlled and stolen by fat cat administration living a life of sloth while we are overworked underpaid,m burnt out and treated like shit by the glorious communist ruling class.  Meanwhile everyone in the merchant administration class’s glorifies in our slave labout status.  We spend decades in education and have dozens of junior people watching us like spies and al way negative and superior.  The lowest level of human behaviour, the worst kind of leadership.  19th century at best, no treaties or rewards just criticism and threat.  Meanwhile the health care system is what the disgusting government holds up as the principal attraction to immigration and the need for top heavy government,  

I’m on the front lines., I’m the old fashioned Christian missionary sort, having taken an oath to practice, doing ‘service’ and supposedly getting a reward in heaven. Meanwhile all the new immigrants from other cultures and religious backgrounds don’t share this ethos.  PM Carney says Canadian Values are Muslim Values and Russells Peter’s summed up that value, his materialist banker, value, his corporate selfishness and me first mentality, well, I’m ‘essential services’ and we are all treated like shit.

So I don’t like ‘wheeling and dealing’ all my life I’ve been selling life and health to people who want pleasure and drugs and alcohol and sloth and blame someone else.  

Deepak and his wife bought the Harley . I was so glad to get it over with thankful they really liked motorcycles.  One guy phoned me and wants me to sell him the Harley at a low ball and told me he wanted to buy it so he could sell it. He had that merchant brains and yet here I was on marketplace and I was wanting to pass on the Harley to another who would love and enjoy the open road,  I wanted to share the experience, I wanted to have someone buy it who would live the life,.  Silly of me. The merchant mind is profit driven and his success is bars of gold under the bed. It takes all kinds a who am I to judge,  I am daily catching ny self in the hierarchies of culture and society.  I’m judging doctor as superior to merchant or whatever.  

I just wanted it done.  I was grieving the lost of Harley and my own aging. That bike had given me such joy riding around the desert in Arizona and trips up to Squamish on the sea to sky highway and the ride to Spokane and back last year.  What a wonderful machine., I wass so glad to see Deepak and his wife looking forward to riding it and going camping.  I thought of all the trips on motorcycles Laura and I had taken all over BC sleeping in pup tents and joining rallu8es,.

  

I have the motorchome and jeep for travel now. I’m older and lave my Thor and Jeep.  I also got the Vespa back from Metro Vespa and Madigan and I so enjoyed this lighter scooter.  I have to check out putting it on the rack behind the Jeep to see if I can take it with me when I tow the cheep behind the Thor.  Otherwise id have to go to an electric bike.  The jeep though is sufficient . I just like being able to have the Vespa for a run about to the mall.  

Madigan and I walked the Brunette Lake walk.  We attended two doctors meetings on the weekend,  Feeling apart of .  I pray each day. I am praying all the time. Then I’m just muddling along.  I had a lot of calls.  I was glad to contribute to paying off the jeep loan at the bank., It’s progressing. I’m getting ahead financially.  The buying of the motor home and jeep took a lot, with trade in’s getting half of what I’d hoped and costs being higher. But I did pay for the Devco Excali-bar Hitch. It had been on the visa and I paid off the visa. I’m happy with reducing costs and paying things off. I guess it’s preparing for future retirement or just frustration at the government punishing ownership. Having to pay storage and licenses for a quad trailer and all the hidden tax everytwhere and reading about the constant corruption and seeing the governed waste and carbon tax unscientific absurdities while we go into recession and refuse to work with the US but instead align with communists . 

I am prone to self pity.  I’m glad to get away from ‘stuff’ though I love my motorhome and the towable jeep and look forward to another snowbird winter.

Laura is coming over this weekend and that makes me happy. Madigan and I enjoy her company.  

We have a week plannned at Harrison and that will give a test run for Thor and hitch and Jeep and maybe Vespa.  !0 days of swimming and hot springs and walking the dog.  That’s coming up for July 1,

i take a cake on June 25 but may celebrate June 24.

Madigan and I have enjoyed our walks.  I’m enjoyring reading a historical book of the UN fighting North Korea and China in the ‘forgotten’ Korean War. 

Must go and walk him before virtual work

Thank you Jesus

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Burnaby, Monday Morning

I had a great return yesterday from Sunshine Valley RV Park past Hope. I had a great weekend. Test drove the Excali-bar Demcon Hitch system towing the Jeep Wrangler behind the Thor Motorhome.  I enjoyed driving the Jeep off road first time taking it out on the logging road where I took the Ruger 22 Take down rifle and shot targets What a great day!  Madigan loved the hike in the woods and the ride in the Jeep. I love hanging out in the Sunshine Valley RV Park hot tubs.  At night I had kraft dinner because that’s what I wanted.,  

In the morning I was delighted that my slide came in.

I remembered how to put the hitch together and only had a little trouble getting the Jeep into manual neutral.  Then it was exciting towing the jeep home. At BCRV I unhitched the jeep and parked it. Then I drove the Thor to my space.  I was glad I’d moved the Harley which I later put up for sale on Marketplae, 

I’m happy everything is back at rest.  I’ll be glad not to move for a few weeks ., Madigan and I did the Brunette River walk and later watched Blue Bloods. I enjoyed finishing the Thriller about an Australian teacher in China., Just an all round busy and exciting weekend,.  I’m ready for mundane again,

Thank you Jesus for the Jeep and Thor and hitch and Madigan and RV Cammping and home. Thank you for all your blessings.  

E&H Hitch. Langley, BC

I am so pleased with my Demco Excali-bar 3. Hitch. E&H Hitch took my Jeep Wrangler for 3 days last week.  Friday I drove my Thor Hurricane out to Langley. It’s been three months serving as my home and office so it was a challenge to prepare the land barge for road traffic.  Maybe an hour was all it took. Thankfully Merry Maids cleaners had been by on Thursday.  The earth was not hit by a meteorite.  Global warming aka Climate change didn’t take me out on the journey.  

I arrived and the wonderful people at E&H Hitch were waiting for me.  Beautiful kindly admin staff and this truly terrific technician who I’m convinced is used to dealing with nearing dementia motorhome owners with near apoplexy at even the thought of towing a vehicle.  Thanks to my guides and inspirations Peter and Larry , the parents of Madigan’s friends Havanese Bella and Luka, I’ve been reassured all along.  

E&H explained everything like I was a grade student. Demco really had made it quite easy.  A really nice rig.  “We only work with three types of hitch because they’re the best and we don’t want to put people’s lives at risk with this lower quality cheap hitch’s that on the market.’  I liked that. I catastrophise and had already considered going around the corner on a narrow cliff road and thee jeep veering off and dragging Madigan and me plummeting now the steep precipice. Even my nuclear physicist engineer nephew as impressed with the my hitch.  

The manual gear is in neutral and the regular gear in park.  There’s a switch in a little box by the driver’s foot and that has to be switched on to avoid draining the battery.   There’s are a couple of mystery boxes under the hood and then the actual hitch which has an electric component and a kill switch much like one has for the motor on a dinghy.   Someone has thought of all the potential risks and made this hitch so I can pull a jeep behind my Thor Motorhome. The Jeep is the favored tow vehicle but there are others that can flat tow.  

Thank E&H Hitch I was pleased to drive away towing the Jeep not actually having any sensation of effort or change.  Peter had said you won’t even know it’s there except that you’ll be aware of it on turns and that you are longer than before.  There’s no strain or effort.  

I called Sunshine Valley RV Camp out beyond Hope and sure enough they could accommodate me for two nights and had pull throughs .I wasn’t sure I wanted to unhook the Jeep but I wanted to see if it worked . My imagination had me fishtailing down the high way in the wind. Nothing untoward happened.  I had a great drive the hour and a half out to Sunshine Valley.

I love Sunshine Valley RV.  After a hot tub I couldn’t resist unattaching the Jeep.  I took pictures and made pretty sure I could put it back together. It’s straight forward. But can be quite overwhelmed with little things despite having done surgery, delivered babies and sailed off shore solo.  Sunshine Valley RV is famous for its quadding and offroad motorcycling. I’ve been us quite a few times doing that with my quads over the years. I’ve never had the Jeep offroad.  So much for my plan just to drive out here.  

I really enjoyed the Jeep Wrangler.  I took it essentially where I took the quad on the back road running along the river and up to the mountain. I loved it.  Madigan loved it. Back at the Thor motorhome I had all the comforts after that, shower and kitchen, dinner and tv.  Walking Madigan out of the city is a joy.  I sleep like a dream and this morning drove the Jeep the half hour into Hope to pick up some targets 22 LR anmmo.    Back here again we headed through Alpine Estates across the bridge onto the logging road up to the little trail I’d found years before. Someone else before me had set up a target in a canyon. I’ve sighted in my 30 06 there.  Today I shot a box of 22 L rifle shells and peppered the target thinking if it had been a grouse I might not get a head shot but I ‘d not go hungry.  Younger I was always getting the head shot. Today I’m just glad to be out in the woods target practicing.  

I love my Jeep Wrangler, my Thor Hurricane and the Demco Excali-bar.  Hitch.  

Thank you God for these days of glory. Thanks for keeping Madigan and I safe. Thanks for Engineers and Technicians and all the advances of science and transportation.,  

Thank you for Sunshine Valley RV Park.  

Thank you God. 

 

 

E&H Hitch. Langley, BC

I am so pleased with my Demco Excali-bar 3. Hitch. E&H Hitch took my Jeep Wrangler for 3 days last week.  Friday I drove my Thor Hurricane out to Langley. It’s been three months serving as my home and office so it was a challenge to prepare the land barge for road traffic.  Maybe an hour was all it took. Thankfully Merry Maids cleaners had been by on Thursday.  The earth was not hit by a meteorite.  Global warming aka Climate change didn’t take me out on the journey.  

I arrived and the wonderful people at E&H Hitch were waiting for me.  Beautiful kindly admin staff and this truly terrific technician who I’m convinced is used to dealing with nearing dementia motorhome owners with near apoplexy at even the thought of towing a vehicle.  Thanks to my guides and inspirations Peter and Larry , the parents of Madigan’s friends Havanese Bella and Luka, I’ve been reassured all along.  

E&H explained everything like I was a grade student. Demco really had made it quite easy.  A really nice rig.  “We only work with three types of hitch because they’re the best and we don’t want to put people’s lives at risk with this lower quality cheap hitch’s that on the market.’  I liked that. I catastrophise and had already considered going around the corner on a narrow cliff road and thee jeep veering off and dragging Madigan and me plummeting now the steep precipice. Even my nuclear physicist engineer nephew as impressed with the my hitch.  

The manual gear is in neutral and the regular gear in park.  There’s a switch in a little box by the driver’s foot and that has to be switched on to avoid draining the battery.   There’s are a couple of mystery boxes under the hood and then the actual hitch which has an electric component and a kill switch much like one has for the motor on a dinghy.   Someone has thought of all the potential risks and made this hitch so I can pull a jeep behind my Thor Motorhome. The Jeep is the favored tow vehicle but there are others that can flat tow.  

Thank E&H Hitch I was pleased to drive away towing the Jeep not actually having any sensation of effort or change.  Peter had said you won’t even know it’s there except that you’ll be aware of it on turns and that you are longer than before.  There’s no strain or effort.  

I called Sunshine Valley RV Camp out beyond Hope and sure enough they could accommodate me for two nights and had pull throughs .I wasn’t sure I wanted to unhook the Jeep but I wanted to see if it worked . My imagination had me fishtailing down the high way in the wind. Nothing untoward happened.  I had a great drive the hour and a half out to Sunshine Valley.

I love Sunshine Valley RV.  After a hot tub I couldn’t resist unattaching the Jeep.  I took pictures and made pretty sure I could put it back together. It’s straight forward. But can be quite overwhelmed with little things despite having done surgery, delivered babies and sailed off shore solo.  Sunshine Valley RV is famous for its quadding and offroad motorcycling. I’ve been us quite a few times doing that with my quads over the years. I’ve never had the Jeep offroad.  So much for my plan just to drive out here.  

I really enjoyed the Jeep Wrangler.  I took it essentially where I took the quad on the back road running along the river and up to the mountain. I loved it.  Madigan loved it. Back at the Thor motorhome I had all the comforts after that, shower and kitchen, dinner and tv.  Walking Madigan out of the city is a joy.  I sleep like a dream and this morning drove the Jeep the half hour into Hope to pick up some targets 22 LR anmmo.    Back here again we headed through Alpine Estates across the bridge onto the logging road up to the little trail I’d found years before. Someone else before me had set up a target in a canyon. I’ve sighted in my 30 06 there.  Today I shot a box of 22 L rifle shells and peppered the target thinking if it had been a grouse I might not get a head shot but I ‘d not go hungry.  Younger I was always getting the head shot. Today I’m just glad to be out in the woods target practicing.  

I love my Jeep Wrangler, my Thor Hurricane and the Demco Excali-bar.  Hitch.  

Thank you God for these days of glory. Thanks for keeping Madigan and I safe. Thanks for Engineers and Technicians and all the advances of science and transportation.,  

Thank you for Sunshine Valley RV Park.  

Thank you God. 

 

 

Monday, May 19, 2026, Cottonwood blossoms in the air, Jeep in Langley

I had a good weekend.  Very relaxing.  Laura was here for 4 days and we just relaxed and read and ate.  I get steak from the butcher when she comes. I had salads from Choices and also barbecued pork chops.   Madigan loves her visits.  

I like the companionship.  When she’s not here I’m more likely to work too but her presence is a welcome distraction.  With Madigan we walked about the park a few times.

Then Saturday I had my zoom meeting and a visit with Dr. Ready. My back seems to be improving. Less pain more mobility.  

I loved that I dreamed of my mom one night.  Just positive dreams. I pray and meditate

Sunday was a church day. There was no priest so no Eucharist.  Madigan was acting up because Laura was there so I took him out several times when he was whining for attention.  The residents model rode in on a scooter. I’m really enjoying the jeep and in the process of letting go of the Harley and keeping the Vespa. My Vespa is lighter and more practical.  The Harley has its value on the highway and I really don’t have any plans of motorcycle camping. Now I’m happy to drive my Thor motorhome taking my house and after this week being able to tow my Jeep.  The last couple of years going south I took the Harley once and the Vespa another time. The Vespa worked out better loading and unloading but I loved the Harley in Arizona riding in cowboy territory with Madigan on the back.  I may even only want an electric bicycle with the Jeep and Thor.  I like the ability to pick up and leave and come and go.

Peter and Larry are leaving for Cochrane next week.

After church Laura and I drove over to the Quay. I’d thought of lunch at the Boathouse but we were able to get a seat outside on the cafe patio. Great turkey sausage and eggs and toast breakfast with cafe au lait.  Madigan was pleased to be with us. I’d been in a dull mood before church and church didn’t uplift me but lunch then the walk on the quay lifted me out of my funk.  Unusual to be moody.  I feel like I’m in transition and it’s also this time of the year when I realize I have an annniversary reaction of sorts. 

The flowers on the quay were splendid. It was nice to be by the water but really I’m preferring land and don’t miss sailing or boating.  Right now I’m excited about the Motorhome and Jeep.  I booked a week with Laura and Madigan in the Thor at Harrison over the July long weekend. She’s taking the week off and I’ll just work a couple of days. It’s no hardship to do virtual work from lovely vacation places I’m looking forward to the hotsprings, swimming in Harrison’s and walking with Madigan and Laura.  A great local break.

I have no desire to travel overseas. There’s a conference in Ireland. Laura was saying all her friends are travelling internationally. I’d like to return to Ireland and there’s a good psychopharmacology convergence in August but I’d rather attend the Paychopharmacology conference here in September.  I m not attending the Chicago conference and really just want to be camping in the outdoors by a lake for swimming.  I must check out my fishing rods and renew my fishing license.  I’d be happy to fish and also to take the 22 rifle along for target practice.  

I just ordered 180 nozzles partition 3006 ammunition from Internatiuonal Shooting Supplies. There’s been a supply shortage and I realized that rather than just hoping for it when I go by the shop I’d put in an order so they call me when they get it in,

If I have my Vespa with me I would enjoy riding it as I took that about the back woods on the logging roads. That was the first Vespa and it did well off road. 

We ordered pizza from Me & Eds like we often do when Laura visits.  We like their meat lovers but also the Hawaiian we had this time. I have left overs for today’s lunch . 

I swam 10 lengths of the pool so felt I was exercising, I’m needing to up my game but it’s progress not perfection.  We saw Laura off this morning. Madigan was barking as he little red Smart Car drove away.  She texted me that her boss has closed the clinic today because her husband is ill.  Lauras previous boss died last week.  We’re at an age when people are sick and dying. But that said Maizy my neice is standing and Elliott and Finn are showing themselves to be rather intelligent which is no surprise.  I like that the God kids are enjoying the Orthodox Churh with their mom enjoying the choir and Kevin writing about hunting and Christ.  

I’ve a pretty good life,  I’m very thankful.  I enjoy the belonging of the men’s group.  

The Jeep is getting the blue ox hitch and the bank is getting the monthly payments on the loan. I want to sell the Harley but seem not to be making much process. When I get the Jeep back I’ll become more active. I’ve let MetroVespa know I’ll be collecting the Vespa from storage early.  

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God.