- jimlouis 6-21-2008 4:37 pm [link]
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Dead County Sticker Redux
I drove four blocks to the post office where I was the only customer and bought a stamped envelope into which I inserted a check to the general contractor and after licking the glue put it in the slot that says local mail. From there I drove two blocks to the Treasurer's office where I was the only customer and for twenty dollars got a new Rappahannock county sticker for my windshield. I walked next door to the courthouse and entered into a vestibule where finding the third door on the right I was the only customer and paid 86 dollars for the ticket I received last weekend for not having the current county sticker. From there I drove about a mile to the farm supply co-op and bought some cleaning supplies and a pack of single edged razor blades. There were three other customers. In the parking lot I started scraping off the sticker with one of the razor blades but convincing myself I was over-reacting to the urgency of a new windshield sticker I discontinued and drove home. About a hundred yards from the driveway a trooper is parked and I pass him going the posted speed limit and my left turn signal on. The trooper flashed his pretty lights and followed me into the driveway. I turned down the death metal on the radio and covered up the AK-47 with a blanket. The trooper pulled up to my left rear and I rolled down my windshield. He said can I see your license and I said is that really necessary? He reached in and got me in a choke hold and pulled me out through the open window and dragged me to the front of his car and threw me up on the hood. You are in a heap of trouble he said. I retorted--you bastard. He pulled a sap from his belt and hit me in the right temple. I cried out--you did it purposely. He put the cuffs on me. I said, I'm telling Mr. BC and he will have your badge. What really happened was he said can I see your license and I said sure while trying to hide the stitching on my wallet that says Bad Mother Fucker and he said hey didn't I ticket you the other day and I said you sure did and he laughs and I say I got the new sticker and he drives off. I don't own an AK-47 and I don't listen to death metal.
I drove four blocks to the post office where I was the only customer and bought a stamped envelope into which I inserted a check to the general contractor and after licking the glue put it in the slot that says local mail. From there I drove two blocks to the Treasurer's office where I was the only customer and for twenty dollars got a new Rappahannock county sticker for my windshield. I walked next door to the courthouse and entered into a vestibule where finding the third door on the right I was the only customer and paid 86 dollars for the ticket I received last weekend for not having the current county sticker. From there I drove about a mile to the farm supply co-op and bought some cleaning supplies and a pack of single edged razor blades. There were three other customers. In the parking lot I started scraping off the sticker with one of the razor blades but convincing myself I was over-reacting to the urgency of a new windshield sticker I discontinued and drove home. About a hundred yards from the driveway a trooper is parked and I pass him going the posted speed limit and my left turn signal on. The trooper flashed his pretty lights and followed me into the driveway. I turned down the death metal on the radio and covered up the AK-47 with a blanket. The trooper pulled up to my left rear and I rolled down my windshield. He said can I see your license and I said is that really necessary? He reached in and got me in a choke hold and pulled me out through the open window and dragged me to the front of his car and threw me up on the hood. You are in a heap of trouble he said. I retorted--you bastard. He pulled a sap from his belt and hit me in the right temple. I cried out--you did it purposely. He put the cuffs on me. I said, I'm telling Mr. BC and he will have your badge. What really happened was he said can I see your license and I said sure while trying to hide the stitching on my wallet that says Bad Mother Fucker and he said hey didn't I ticket you the other day and I said you sure did and he laughs and I say I got the new sticker and he drives off. I don't own an AK-47 and I don't listen to death metal.
Jimbob's Driver's Ed
So are you driving yet?
Almost.
How old are you?
Getting ready to turn 16.
You want to try and drive this thing around the property?
OK.
Alright. Get in the driver's seat. It's only got one gear you need to worry about so you don't have to change anything. You can start it in gear but you have to have the brake on. Just turn the key and it's ready to go, but it goes very fast and you want to take it kind of slow out here.
OK. (turns key)
That's it, now just drive. Alright, a little slower. Now turn the wheel so you don't drive over the bushes, ok, ok, wait, stop. Now we need to put it in reverse, like this. Push the gas. Ok, not so fast, stop. See how the knobby tires eat up the grass when you go fast? So we need to go very slow on the grass around the house. Ok, let's go on. Don't forget to turn the wheel. Slowly, slowly, that's good, whoah, wait, stop. Let's not worry about it, those plants will probably grow back. Is this the first time you've ever driven anything?
Yes.
Oh well I think you're doing fine then. Let's take it out in the open field but remember to go very slow because there are ruts out here that will like to throw you out if you hit them too hard. OK, here comes one, slower, slower, whoah. So when you want to go slower just let your foot off the gas pedal and it will slow down immediately. And then when you want to go forward again you only need to barely push the pedal. OK, ready, go...a little slower, don't push the pedal too hard, wait, wait, stop. I tell you what, I want to get my camera so let's trade places and I'll drive it down to my house.
So you can take pictures of the plants I ran over?
Oh no, we got plenty of plants out here, we're not going to miss those few, I just want to take pictures of you and your sisters. There's no hurry to learn this driving thing, you can pick that up anytime.
So are you driving yet?
Almost.
How old are you?
Getting ready to turn 16.
You want to try and drive this thing around the property?
OK.
Alright. Get in the driver's seat. It's only got one gear you need to worry about so you don't have to change anything. You can start it in gear but you have to have the brake on. Just turn the key and it's ready to go, but it goes very fast and you want to take it kind of slow out here.
OK. (turns key)
That's it, now just drive. Alright, a little slower. Now turn the wheel so you don't drive over the bushes, ok, ok, wait, stop. Now we need to put it in reverse, like this. Push the gas. Ok, not so fast, stop. See how the knobby tires eat up the grass when you go fast? So we need to go very slow on the grass around the house. Ok, let's go on. Don't forget to turn the wheel. Slowly, slowly, that's good, whoah, wait, stop. Let's not worry about it, those plants will probably grow back. Is this the first time you've ever driven anything?
Yes.
Oh well I think you're doing fine then. Let's take it out in the open field but remember to go very slow because there are ruts out here that will like to throw you out if you hit them too hard. OK, here comes one, slower, slower, whoah. So when you want to go slower just let your foot off the gas pedal and it will slow down immediately. And then when you want to go forward again you only need to barely push the pedal. OK, ready, go...a little slower, don't push the pedal too hard, wait, wait, stop. I tell you what, I want to get my camera so let's trade places and I'll drive it down to my house.
So you can take pictures of the plants I ran over?
Oh no, we got plenty of plants out here, we're not going to miss those few, I just want to take pictures of you and your sisters. There's no hurry to learn this driving thing, you can pick that up anytime.
A Dead County Sticker
Cruising through "downtown" Woodville going 40 in a 35 and a Rappahannock trooper does a U-turn right after I pass him. He's doing the Woodville stakeout. I can't tell you how many times I've been warned about sticking to the speed limit through Woodville. Looks like he got me I tell Bernadette beside me. I don't have to tell her to hide the crack pipe. We're not junkies. We are good solid citizens even though 30 minutes in the future I won't sign that guy's petition at the Culpeper Farmers Market. I'm not harboring any ill feelings towards Ralph Nader but I don't want him on the ballot. I do not have that burning passion which is required to fix our election system. We came to Culpeper to buy vegetable matter. That is my focus. And I already signed a piece of paper in Woodville. Not an admission of guilt the trooper assured me. But sir I am guilty I wanted to tell him. He didn't get me for speeding, he got me for the expired Rappahannock County tag. He was nice. He didn't ruin my day or even give me anything particularly noteworthy to write about (Sir, do you think you could throw me up against the Jeep and verbally abuse me, I'm having a dry spell with my blog writing.) No, the cop stop was not really that unpleasant. Not like the cat pooping in Bernadette's lap coming back from N. Carolina last week. Could you pull over, she said, the cat pooped in my lap. We'd already pulled over once for a cat pooping incident but what was I going to say? I'm sorry lover, only one cat poop stop per trip allowed. Bernadette puts up with a fair amount of crap from me. I owe her, at the very least, this second cat poop pullover. Luckily we had already bought some paper towels and Windex during the previous poop pit stop. Well, I guess this will be on the blog Bernadette said after I gently extracted the two chocolate nuggets from where her white blouse curved over her lap. I would like to think I have better taste than to write about Bernadette's misfortune but if you can't even get noteworthy material from a state trooper, well, a man blogger has to do what a man blogger has to do.
I have some garbage that has been super-heating in the garage so I took it to the dump after we got back from Culpeper. I thought maybe the attendant would verbally abuse me at the dump, because the county tag has no real purpose beyond allowing locals to dump their garbage. We are a quaint village without garbage pickup. I tossed the smelly garbage into the giant pit and then drove across the lot and unloaded some bottles for recycle. Not that many really. Three different colors, a little wine, a little beer, a few liquor bottles. Not enough to kill you. Uh oh, the attendant is walking over. I haven't had previous experience with this guy. And it's been almost two years since I was last hassled at the dump for some improper dumping protocol, either by that other attendant or a do-gooder citizen who would really be best advised to just mind their own damn business, the citizens I mean, not the attendant. Minding the business of dumping protocol is exactly his business.
I look this man in the eyes, imploring him, please sir, can you help me with my blog? He says, you got a dead county sticker. I nod, smile knowingly, and consider hugging the man. I don't mind hugging men, on occasion, but I felt it would be out of place under these circumstances. Yeah, I know, I just got a ticket earlier, in Woodville, I told the attendant. He shook his head, with a hint of commiseration, and said, that'll cost you about 50 or a hundred bucks. Damn, I said, not, well, a man who lets his county tag expire two months ago deserves whatever punishment comes his way. He went across the lot to tell the owners of a high end SUV about their dead county sticker. He was polite, even saying, I don't mean to be mean to you...and they were polite and now back at the house it's raining a gulley-washer. Earlier, on the way back from Culpeper we stopped and bought some locally grown hamburger. There were some piglets wallowing in mud puddles. The owner of the farm came over to say hi to Bernadette because he's been missing her. We stood around. The farmer called out to one of the piglets, hey, you're pissing in your own mud puddle. We watched the piglet pissing in the puddle it had just finished wallowing in. It's kind of amazing how these creatures come off as cute but they do, they pull it off.
Cruising through "downtown" Woodville going 40 in a 35 and a Rappahannock trooper does a U-turn right after I pass him. He's doing the Woodville stakeout. I can't tell you how many times I've been warned about sticking to the speed limit through Woodville. Looks like he got me I tell Bernadette beside me. I don't have to tell her to hide the crack pipe. We're not junkies. We are good solid citizens even though 30 minutes in the future I won't sign that guy's petition at the Culpeper Farmers Market. I'm not harboring any ill feelings towards Ralph Nader but I don't want him on the ballot. I do not have that burning passion which is required to fix our election system. We came to Culpeper to buy vegetable matter. That is my focus. And I already signed a piece of paper in Woodville. Not an admission of guilt the trooper assured me. But sir I am guilty I wanted to tell him. He didn't get me for speeding, he got me for the expired Rappahannock County tag. He was nice. He didn't ruin my day or even give me anything particularly noteworthy to write about (Sir, do you think you could throw me up against the Jeep and verbally abuse me, I'm having a dry spell with my blog writing.) No, the cop stop was not really that unpleasant. Not like the cat pooping in Bernadette's lap coming back from N. Carolina last week. Could you pull over, she said, the cat pooped in my lap. We'd already pulled over once for a cat pooping incident but what was I going to say? I'm sorry lover, only one cat poop stop per trip allowed. Bernadette puts up with a fair amount of crap from me. I owe her, at the very least, this second cat poop pullover. Luckily we had already bought some paper towels and Windex during the previous poop pit stop. Well, I guess this will be on the blog Bernadette said after I gently extracted the two chocolate nuggets from where her white blouse curved over her lap. I would like to think I have better taste than to write about Bernadette's misfortune but if you can't even get noteworthy material from a state trooper, well, a man blogger has to do what a man blogger has to do.
I have some garbage that has been super-heating in the garage so I took it to the dump after we got back from Culpeper. I thought maybe the attendant would verbally abuse me at the dump, because the county tag has no real purpose beyond allowing locals to dump their garbage. We are a quaint village without garbage pickup. I tossed the smelly garbage into the giant pit and then drove across the lot and unloaded some bottles for recycle. Not that many really. Three different colors, a little wine, a little beer, a few liquor bottles. Not enough to kill you. Uh oh, the attendant is walking over. I haven't had previous experience with this guy. And it's been almost two years since I was last hassled at the dump for some improper dumping protocol, either by that other attendant or a do-gooder citizen who would really be best advised to just mind their own damn business, the citizens I mean, not the attendant. Minding the business of dumping protocol is exactly his business.
I look this man in the eyes, imploring him, please sir, can you help me with my blog? He says, you got a dead county sticker. I nod, smile knowingly, and consider hugging the man. I don't mind hugging men, on occasion, but I felt it would be out of place under these circumstances. Yeah, I know, I just got a ticket earlier, in Woodville, I told the attendant. He shook his head, with a hint of commiseration, and said, that'll cost you about 50 or a hundred bucks. Damn, I said, not, well, a man who lets his county tag expire two months ago deserves whatever punishment comes his way. He went across the lot to tell the owners of a high end SUV about their dead county sticker. He was polite, even saying, I don't mean to be mean to you...and they were polite and now back at the house it's raining a gulley-washer. Earlier, on the way back from Culpeper we stopped and bought some locally grown hamburger. There were some piglets wallowing in mud puddles. The owner of the farm came over to say hi to Bernadette because he's been missing her. We stood around. The farmer called out to one of the piglets, hey, you're pissing in your own mud puddle. We watched the piglet pissing in the puddle it had just finished wallowing in. It's kind of amazing how these creatures come off as cute but they do, they pull it off.
Trees Fall Down
Meanwhile, back in Virginia, there was rumor of a severe storm while I was gone, but I think it was exaggerated somewhat. I can't find evidence of anything beyond the usual out here. This on the side of the barn.
And this big limb behind the barn
This limb over by the picnic table above the tennis court.
And this one from that tree behind my house that I have been expecting to fall on my bedroom but a big piece of it fell the other way. I guess this was my last warning. I should cut the tree down.
Meanwhile, back in Virginia, there was rumor of a severe storm while I was gone, but I think it was exaggerated somewhat. I can't find evidence of anything beyond the usual out here. This on the side of the barn.
And this big limb behind the barn
This limb over by the picnic table above the tennis court.
And this one from that tree behind my house that I have been expecting to fall on my bedroom but a big piece of it fell the other way. I guess this was my last warning. I should cut the tree down.
Global Bed Warming
People these days are all about the taking. Take, take, take. But I'm about the giving. And this morning I did my part by contributing to global warming. On a day that promises to reach nearly 100 degrees, I thought I would kick it off by building a fire, get rid of some of this wood out here and a box spring too.
It got going pretty good and then a little too good when an unforeseen wind starting blowing it horizontal (I didn't take a picture of that because I was panicking some.) I have a large pile of pretty clean wood that I think I will give to my neighbor, who heats his remodeled house with a nifty wood burning furnace system, located outside, that heats his house and his water. Also, I think I will wait for a good rain or two before I build another fire.
I was spraying the garden hose around the perimeter so the dry grass didn't catch and then run to the dry leaves in the woods. But I was a little worried for awhile about a spark settling in the leaves nearby and being that guy that burned down the woods out here in 08. Oh I'm sorry, did you want that box spring?
People these days are all about the taking. Take, take, take. But I'm about the giving. And this morning I did my part by contributing to global warming. On a day that promises to reach nearly 100 degrees, I thought I would kick it off by building a fire, get rid of some of this wood out here and a box spring too.
It got going pretty good and then a little too good when an unforeseen wind starting blowing it horizontal (I didn't take a picture of that because I was panicking some.) I have a large pile of pretty clean wood that I think I will give to my neighbor, who heats his remodeled house with a nifty wood burning furnace system, located outside, that heats his house and his water. Also, I think I will wait for a good rain or two before I build another fire.
I was spraying the garden hose around the perimeter so the dry grass didn't catch and then run to the dry leaves in the woods. But I was a little worried for awhile about a spark settling in the leaves nearby and being that guy that burned down the woods out here in 08. Oh I'm sorry, did you want that box spring?
Homestead Projects
I'm not sure just how to go about arranging this day. It's going to be a hot one and the next three days don't look much better.
It is definitely too hot to build another fire so that's out.
I could do some more painting on the inside before it heats up.
Or I could do some snake wrangling.
Or I could drag this stuff from the woods out closer to where my future trash haulers can reach it.
The basement is a very cool place to work, temperature-wise.
This was the day I thought about going to the beach, but as you can see I really have some work to do, so I'll just stick to it.
I'm not sure just how to go about arranging this day. It's going to be a hot one and the next three days don't look much better.
It is definitely too hot to build another fire so that's out.
I could do some more painting on the inside before it heats up.
Or I could do some snake wrangling.
Or I could drag this stuff from the woods out closer to where my future trash haulers can reach it.
The basement is a very cool place to work, temperature-wise.
This was the day I thought about going to the beach, but as you can see I really have some work to do, so I'll just stick to it.