Found this (the below LDPCSD Board Meeting repeated request)

Thought it something rather important and still do. Actually most of the blah blah blah is serious stuff presented in the best form I had available at the time – audio/video of LDPCSD Board Meetings; researching records (NOTE: LOCATE LAFCO STING OP- lol); posting those contradictory and baffling LAFCO Annexations (ignoring their own rules and regulations – not to mention COMPLETE DISREGARD FOR THE MR WECs (MERCED RIVER WATER ENTITLED CUSTOMERS) of the Lake Don Pedro Subdivision who will be saddled with massive and increasing expenses for perpetuity, blah blah blah…

(The secret to such calculated fraud against citizens is this….. wait long enough and the people that know the truth pass away or move away. The later option often expressed by .GOV officials who permit and benefit from this “status quo” which they do not wish to aggravate by doing their jobs*. They parrot “it’s a civil issue, get an attorney or move”.

New home/property owners, however, come up here from higher density living conditions of big towns or cities, see these beautiful rolling foothills parked between two wonderful bodies of public water; even views of Yosemite National Park in some areas of the subdivision with a good hilltop view –

– (Rest in peace Marion and James “Jim” Dean – what Mariposa County did to you was reprehensible on every level and I, for one, will never forget the hell they put you through at the end of your lives for only asking that Mariposa County enforce their own existing law and not allow the destruction of their property to construct a nonconforming road which violated several public safety fire regulations – because once again, the County refused (causing harm to others) to simply obey SRA (State Responsibility Area) Fire Safe Regulations – passed years before, much less, their own County Codes regarding development requirements, proper permits, requirements for public roadways, etc. God Bless you two for standing up for your rights yet receiving no justice in Mariposa County at the end of your,….<STOP!?>)

Where was I? Yeah, so new residents probably greatly appreciate how much less expensive their water bills are here compared to some major city. Sure, I get it – so they wonder “how could anyone complain about what they’re paying for water here?” Because, you SHOULD BE CONSUMING a better quality water for a much less cost IF THE WATER LICENSE ISSUED FOR OUR SUBDIVISION WAS OBEYED! (Ahhh, but there lies the rub… the license could not be obeyed because it was ALWAYS INTENDED TO BE STOLEN FROM MR WECs WHO WAS GOING TO PAY FOR THE THEFT FOR PERPETUITY! Diabolical yeah? LAFCOs (Local Agency Formation Commissions) they created the LDPCSD to obtain our water for all their lofty plans of foothill expansion with OUR WATER and OUR FORCED FINANCIAL SUPPORT FOR THE CONTINUING FRAUD. This is just to SOS (Same old Shit!).

There are more equitable ways to furnish water to lands outside the RIGHTFUL PLACE OF USE SUBDIVISION than to saddle those legitimate users of Merced River Water with the added costs for this “Groundwater Substitution” program (or whatever they might call it now) which requires additional processes, equipment, detailed reporting to the State of California…blah blah blah. Does anyone believe these costs are going to go down?

SLUMBERING ….Shhhhsssssssh…secret LAFCO SUBDIVISION?

Anyway, while looking for something else I ran across this LDPCSD Board of Directors meeting A/V request for the (drum roll) “infamous KAMPA POU Map”. (If a fake map was used as evidence to obtain Federal Funding and/or loans,…. wouldn’t that be a crime….? I mean, especially if INTENTIONALLY PLANNED FOR 20 years with that “slumbering subdivision” by the lake – with only those involved aware? Assistance by former, and current, directors on the “acting” Board of Directors Defectors? GeeZ, can’t believe I had put all this out of the way. Not only physically in boxes and external drives, but you know? Out of my mind while trying to move on and enjoy life without such institutionalized deceit, hypocrisy, and just plain dishonesty.

Come to think of it – wouldn’t EVEN attempting to surreptitiously replace the legitimate POU map in Sacramento with Kampa’s KNOWN FAKE POU be a crime in itself? Apparently not really, when so “tight” with CSDA (California Special District Association) and other “community water” organizations. They all cover each other. So very sad and disillusioning.

Anyway…. what about that map? lol

“June 15 2020 LDPCSD Board Meeting Audio CD request & past outstanding information request” (from old post on this site)

“Hello Syndie, when the CD is ready please advise and I will make arrangements to pay for it and pick  up.    Also, regarding my previous requests for obtaining the MID (Merced Irrigation District) 1993 Shape file map which former GM Peter Kampa used in his multi-year costly attempt at enlarging the LDPCSD Place of Use boundary for Merced River water under WL11395 (ie, water service outside the LDP approved residential subdivision Place of Use),  I have still not received this map (much less an answer as to why) from current GM Patrick McGowan despite multiple requests.  What is the holdup in furnishing this PUBLIC INFORMATION?   This map was unequivocally utilized under Kampa management to fabricate other government documents; apply for millions of dollars in state and federal grants; misdirect financial resources and district water service operations for over four years – all to the special benefit of owners of LAFCO ANNEXED PROPERTIES in the LDPCSD that were clearly outside the approved subdivision PLACE OF USE boundary.  (In other words, the LDPCSD had no legal duty or moral obligation to provide any water service for LAFCO ANNEXATIONS – much less the unilateral right to saddle thousands of unsuspecting legal water customers in the subdivision with those substantial and increasing added costs.)   This matter is something that needs to be addressed and cleared up prior to any vote on another PROP 218 to increase water rates and fees since funds from the last PROP 218 were clearly used to pursue the KAMPA water service expansion plan that was completely based on that 1993 MID shape file map.   Customers have a right to understand how such an expensive multi-year LDPCSD boondoggle could have been launched and maintained for so long based on an antiquated map Kampa had apparently picked up and possessed for over 20 years (when first employed at the LDPCSD between 1994-1997) and evidently used since then in orchestrating his decades long water expansion scheme.    This map has never been revealed to district customers despite multiple  requests.    Only the Merced Irrigation District, investigating State Water Board and Pete Kampa have been privy to this information that has been misused against legal customers of this district.    Is there something else (regarding this map) that is also being actively concealed from the public prior to the next proposed rate increase Prop 218 vote?          Thank you, Lew Richardson”

Oh something else I had forgotten – AFTER that August 3, 2000 FALSE REPORT OF AN ESCAPED FIRE ON MY PROPERTY was reported by a supporter of the LDPOA ELECTION FRAUD- (wife worked there too)-

(that “cheat election” where quorum requirements were wrongfully lowered for their purposes and I had my knee messed up – and the video camera and tape showing how I was injured, threatened with arrest if I did not give it to Tuolumne deputies…..then was “LOST IN EVIDENCE” and no one viewed it until I went into the Tuolumne County Victim Witness Office and complained….. Equal treatment under law? Seriously, that wasn’t the only thing that this <STOP!> …..I digress)

(that false report fire call out) – which resulted in an absolute embarrassment to everyone, myself included, WAS INDEED EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND UNNECESSARY!

I had prepared a complaint on January 21st, 2001 for the Mariposa County Grand Jury (found the cover letter and have a good idea where the Certified Mail Receipts are, but I honestly had forgotten this interesting connection)…

The Certified USPS mailed package to the Mariposa County Grand Jury – whose foreman was a sergeant in the Mariposa Sheriff’s Office – was returned on two occasions for non pick up at the post office! Don’t remember/recall a name, but it might be interesting never-the-less to find out if involved in this most recent apparent WELLNESS CHECK SWATTING.

I’m going to close for now, this is horrible – recalling all this crap – had a headache most of the day. I rarely have headaches. Common sense would dictate just fatigue of the eyes from all the reading of papers and research online, but it’s not right that any of this is happening – to anyone.

My best to you and yours, Lew

MY LIZ IS CERTAINLY A NAGGING BEST FRIEND

(MUCH LIKE THAT SMART-ASS INNER VOICE)

SHE GETS SO IMPATIENT WHEN I FAIL TO REALIZE

RE-CLAIMING HAPPINESS IS A LIFE CHOICE

.

BUT NO LONGER DOES SHE WANT TO GO OUT ALONE

AND INSISTS ON BRINGING ME ALONG

SHE KNOWS THAT I AM REALLY HURTING INSIDE

AND IT’S OUTSIDE (THE PAIN) WHERE WE BELONG

.

THOUGH SHE IS ALMOST NOW COMPLETELY BLIND

IT’S NOT WITH DIMMING EYESIGHT SHE SEES

BUT THE 24/7 365 TIME

OF DEVOTION SHE HAS SPENT WITH ME

.

THANK YOU GOOD LORD FOR THIS COMPANION

WHO EVERYDAY REMINDS ME WHY

WE KEEP MOVING FORWARD DESPITE OBSTACLES

TOGETHER AS A TEAM UNTIL ONE, OR BOTH, OF US DIES.

My best to you and yours, Lew

PS: Yup, looks like a powerful storm might be on its way and “Liz thinks” we should bring in some firewood to stay warm. lol

BEST FRIEND

She is so intelligent, sensitive and comforting on so many different levels – it’s really hard to explain, unless you have experienced the same sort of “survival relationship” with a non-human friend. Sure, a lot of our “inner species understanding” is probably just wishful thinking or anthropomorphizing¹ to a point, however, I do seriously wonder sometimes if the spelling of “dog” backwards is just a coincidence considering the long history of human development with canines (and other animals) represented with an array of historical artifacts of tribute, clearly expressing a high degree of praise and adulation. Dog and God. Hummm, “dog gone”? Quite a stretch but it sure would fit in this often appearing Godless Society that as been forced on the American public with all the….<STOP!>

OH YEAH! Something I failed to mention in that previous Halloween “Spoof posting (of the alien in the kitchen-dining room that grabbed me in the early morning …….”), that actually made that blah blah blah humorous.

You see, I purchased a few of those “interactive audio toys” for vision impaired “best friends” just before leaving on this last trip in August. Unfortunately, Liz didn’t take to the toys right off, so I put them aside until she became more comfortable with them (which she obviously eventually did and it is hilarious watching her push, shake, throw, and just otherwise HAVE FUN with them! Like a geriatric puppy! Hell, made me feel “good” too just watching her involved and not just staring into nothingness as she now often does…… and possibly wondering …. what’s happening to me? Where did everything go?

But I digress from the point.

Since she wasn’t using them before we left and they were just placed on the floor off to the side of her great room bed – and basically forgotten by the both of us – laying in all the clutter of loading clothes, equipment, and supplies for the approaching desert trip departure — AND THAT’S WHAT MADE IT FUNNY!

We both totally forgot about that (what I call a) “talking alien ball” so when I did get tangled in that 550 para cord on the floor – for a second or two – I REALLY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IT WAS! Sure, I quickly recalled the toys Liz was ignoring, but for that short period of time, I TRULY FELT THAT FIGHT- FLIGHT RESPONSE and my response was:

TO GET IT OFF MY FOOT AND AWAY FROM ME AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to explain that little variable to the story – even if too late. Yeah, I know wasted all this explanation that doesn’t really matter in the scheme of things and Liz is impatiently waiting so, sorry. later.

1to attribute human form or personality to things not human

https://youtu.be/T5H2qLaZXUA

SO- YOU ARE ANGRY,

QUESTIONING

FRUSTRATED

UNINFORMED?

.

FEEL THREATENED

EXPOSED

VIOLATED AND

HARMED?

.

CAN’T CALL FOR HELP

THERE IS NO ASSISTANCE

BECAUSE RESPONSIBLE PARTIES

ONLY CREATE MORE RESISTANCE?

.

IN OBTAINING INFORMATION

EXPLAINING WHAT THEY DID?

DOESN’T SEEM TOO PROMISING

JUST ADMITTING WHAT WAS SAID?

.

THESE ARE THE PROFESSIONALS

TOLD WE’RE SUPPOSED TO CALL?

WHAT A FRIGG’N RACKET

THEY INTENTIONALLY CAUSED IT ALL!

.

WHY THE DISCRIMINATION?

A DOUBLE STANDARD CANON¹?

I EXERCISE MY RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH

THEREFORE AGAIN ABANDONED?

My best to you and yours –

(I’m sure not getting it for my tax dollars!),

Lew

1 CANON: A BODY OF PRINCIPLES, RULES, STANDARDS, OR NORMS

PS: IT IS NOT YOUR SPEAKER(S)! As said below – somewhere in this public meltdown of what the &^%$ happened when <STOP!> “the incident” occur <STOP!> the recent posts have drawn on past posts containing some of the first LAMEs (Lew’s Almost Music Expression) and the sound quality is not that great and often the “bass notes” are a bit over whelming and make unpleasant speaker noise – [of course I am not saying any of the LAMEs are any good because I’m not a trained musician, only an old fart who bought some equipment on Amazon and starting experimenting and doing A LOT OF EDITING! lol Never-the-less, I found it quite enjoyable and therapeutic for the insanity displayed within OUR COUNTRY (THE PEOPLE’S COUNTRY) for many years. But I digress. As always.]

So, whatever quality might exist, it also fluctuates quite a bit with not only the passage of time with production, but the

FRIGG’N ATTITUDE

AT THE TIME AS WELL!

…. if you catch my drift.

My best to you and yours, Lew

I should have also noted below that even the “good memories”, almost forgotten with the passage of time and pace of life, can have significant emotional results that can be very misleading. Even to the point that at first blush, the memory seems to hurt so bad when recalled it must therefore also be a “bad memory of a bad time” because of the high degree of emotional expression and response. Ahhh, but that is not necessarily true and was/is primarily a matter of perspective. You know, the old “glass half full, or half empty”. (As someone I love and respect very much recently reminded me.) So yes, very sad how and why she left, but the past and enduring rewards of our time together far outweighed the natural heartache of a best friend headed for that rainbow bridge. Yeah? And we very slowly forget (or successfully suppress and wrap for that hallway closet? lol) that nagging pain of losing a beloved companion. (Which of course could be a goldfish to a five year old child, or an almost 10 year old German Shepherd Dog to a senior citizen. It’s all perspective with the corresponding reactions and acceptance depending upon a myriad of variables in “life”. )

TARA’S LIFE WAS STILL ENHANCING MINE EVEN YEARS LATER

The loss was certainly painful but when considered in light of all the good years Tara and I had together before her death, perhaps the emotional result of having that “sense of absolute loss reignited momentarily” again (by viewing an old video made at the time) is actually a BLESSING IN DISGUISE by forcing re-acknowledgment of the wonderful years actually spent together?

Yeah, not too clear. Shorthand – many people know the pain of loosing a beloved companion – a living animal they loved very much (Interrupting little smart ass voice says: “So get your head out of your ass and think about the totality of what that relationship actually meant and how it enriched the lives of two different species for almost ten years.”

So anyway, while trying to organize this mess of files I found this. I certainly hadn’t forgotten that sweet girl, but watching the video brought it all back like it was yesterday – and you know what? I am truly thankful.

MISTAKES MISTAKES MISTaAKAES! lol

I often find numerous mistakes in previous posts but don’t like to go back and change things if unnecessary for clarification or “readability/listening”. Perhaps some kind of character flaw, I see obvious errors in all sorts of public information and much of the time the reader/listener can “automatically” adjust the error in their own head and continue absorbing whatever….. but I MADE THE MISTAKE ON MY WEBSITE….so it’s different. lol

Case in point. Below I corrected the original lyric that had the word “hated”, which was a typo, instead of “hatred”. (I could have also misspelled it while typing and the spell checker replaced the word had I been in the word processor, but I wasn’t it was “off the cuff” composition on the blog without the more logical approach of typing in the processor then “pasting into the post”. Of course not all “writing options” make the trip successfully to the post which causes more difficulties. Just like the guitar, Casio keyboard, cameras, computers, cell phone, etc….. I don’t have the knowledge to use them to their full capabilities and am content with just “getting the basic job done” for my purposes.

Yup, thought about leaving the error “as is” because of how it was used in the sentence – considering a reader’s “auto correct” understanding because of the context of it’s use in the statement. But I couldn’t let it go……especially with a word like “hated”.

“Your hated….” with a viewer’s auto-correct understanding not contextually correct , might see it as “You’re hated…..”, in stead of “Your hatred….”, so I corrected it and just wanted to be “up front” with what done since the original post. Again, probably no big deal.

My best to you and yours, Lew

Thought I’d try uploading to YouTube again for scrolling lyrics.

My best to you and yours, Lew

My best to you and yours, Lew

TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE

While sifting through old files looking for a particular piece of information, I run across all sorts of things that either elicit good memories or bad memories. Like everyone no doubt when rummaging around boxes filled with the past. Unfortunately due to “semi recent events” I am essentially being compelled to intentionally research, locate and organize the stored situational examples (old images/videos, transcripts; blogs; LAMEs; complaints, instances and evidence of harassment; etc., which as a reasonable prudent person might recognize, are likely to produce “bad memories”. Unfortunately these old bad memories are inexorably related to the most recent “incident” (producing more “bad memories” that I will again have to attempt to forget with time, distance and avoiding “triggers” by ignorant insensitive people who only want to control others.

Every frigg’n minute I am painfully reminded of what “the powers that be” are doing right now ….. working with attorneys and consultants trying to justify in any way possible (including attacking AN INNOCENT PERSON THEY MADE A VICTIM IN THE FIRST PLACE) because of a totally unprofessional, suspicious, and pitiful example of the Community Care Doctrine permitting law enforcement officers to enter a “constitutionally protected space” for the purpose of a “wellness check and search” to make certain and injured or incapacitated person didn’t need some sort of assistance. No doubt such an exception as rescued and saved many lives that otherwise would have likely been lost. No problem with the intent of the doctrine, but like always, only takes a few to mess it up for everyone else. This “side step to the 4th Amendment” Right to Privacy required that law enforcement had reasonable cause to believe there was an emergency (exigent circumstances) to justify forcible entry into someone’s home without a warrant or invitation..

Fine and dandy, but this situation does not (in my opinion based on my own experience and recent research on “wellness checks” in police training manuals, handbooks and videos) support a reasonable argument, much less conclusion, that any exigent circumstances existed. But even more important and to the point, had a proper preliminary investigation occurred prior to the forcible entry and subsequent setting off of the intrusion alarm in my home, none of this would have occurred.

So again, what were the deputies thinking after receiving what information? What were those deputies told, and by whom, to make them believe (or pretend to believe?) there was an emergency in my home? Or that I, we, were even home that day? Come on now…… what happened to situational awareness? Trailer and truck (when home) are always clearly visible through the chain link fence.

CRAP! I’LL TRY AGAIN….

So, all this digging around looking for “bad memories” from YEARS OF PAST HARASSMENT fits right in with this most recent experience, except this time it was far more dangerous for everyone involved; motivated by extreme hatred (political TDS my guess), but has once again, intentionally and severely disrupted my life. All because of little cowards making false, malicious requests for law enforcement services.

Sure, we all have bad memories about different subjects and for a variety of reasons. Times you wouldn’t mind forgetting all together if you actually could . Sometimes very long periods may pass before that painful memory (and resulting array of attached emotions and behaviors) springs out like some crouched wild hungry animal in the brush, patiently waiting for just the right day, moment, nano-second to spring into action pouncing on its prey. Crap. We are the prey.

I had a “professional” once explain a cycle like definition of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Like assorted packages stuffed in a hallway closet, with each “traumatic experience” represented as a package. Packages of course varied in size, bulkiness and weight according to the “severity of the trauma”, maybe a golf bag? Or a small, but very heavy bag of pennies. Anyway, when “bad things happen” we eventually wrap them up the best we can and shove them in that closet. But the process is haphazard for expediency and getting on with life and we perhaps don’t give the process sufficient time to do the healing work? Whatever. Naturally the closet is filling up. Especially that top shelf that is so crammed with packages and differing items jammed in there, the door is sometimes difficult to close.

Then one day something happens, big shock? Expected shock? Surprise shock? Big traumatic event? Small one? May not even matter what that triggering last package was because when you open that hallway closet door to shove and push another emotional package in there….. you know…..everything comes tumbling out in an emotional avalanche.

“DID YOU HEAR THAT? THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE BUSHES….”

Yeah some traumatic painful things are never really gone so we live with them the best we can, distract ourselves with more pleasurable activities and thoughts and sincerely attempt to avoid those situations where a reasonable exposure to “triggers” are foreseeable and likely to occur. Oh crap! That means life in general!

We live with those bad memories, obviously aware of the damaging effects in the past of obsessing about the WHYs – especially when those charged with protecting us from intentional violation of law, are actually the ones executing the harassment and creating the pain, whether knowingly or unintentionally they were participants the the injury is the same. Then to top off an already stressful and anxiety producing situation, the victim of the whole mess is to be attacked and discredited? So the real purpose of any investigation (after the cops step into it and can’t hide or scrape it all off their boots) is to “defending the county fund” by saying I was somehow responsible for their failures? (tracking dog crap all over the clean floors of my rights to privacy?” Getting foggy again. At least those “jolts” can help wake one sometimes.

Attacking me again wouldn’t even be necessary if there was a semblance of respect or concern for the victims they create. NEVER CALLED ME ADMITTING THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE HAD SET OFF MY ALARM WHILE ENTERING TO CHECK ON MY WELLNESS? Wrongful behavior, deception and cover up. All unnecessary if honesty were practiced to build integrity.

JUST LIKE THE PACK RAT INFESTED DESERT TUG?

So when you think about it, it’s just like that desert 36sq cabin on a utility trailer being over-run with rodents and their nasty, stinky habits, (normal and natural some might argue) that horrid odor is not ever really gone, you just become “nose blind” to the stench. But get away from it for a while working outside and you might think that stink just magically disappeared and you were finally free of that vile and nasty odor. Until you walk back towards the cabin (or the wind shifts – which it does all the time!) and are shockingly repelled by the smell before ever stepping inside.

Are you following this?

When I was on the desert working extremely long hard grueling hours, I was happy again, because I knew what had to be done to make progress on the ultimate goal. Even realized that at my age I may not be able to reach that destination of building another place where I could feel safe so I should focus on enjoying the journey to the destination, not necessarily achieving that destination goal. Just be happy with the prospect of having a place to go and enjoy the work and be happy! Whether actually able to complete the plan or not, I’ve been trying to enjoy the journey and was happy.

But upon returning home and pulling into my driveway….(you know what’s coming right?)

coming “home” to Lake Don Pedro, well, it reminded me of walking right back into that cabin and taking a deep nasal inhale of the stench that slaps me in the face! I was away from it for a while and happy, but I came back to what I thought was a home.

SEE? CAN”T GET AWAY FROM IT

So I found a lot of material that I quickly produced to preserve the concept as a “place holder” where I might return in the future and recycle it in another project – usually because the general idea just cracked me up. Yeah some possible future use, because as already established somewhere in the above pages of repetitious blah blah blah frustration and angst:

“Hello I’m Lew no doubt a Pack Rat too”.

“Hello to you too I’m Pack Rat Lew” ?

“Hello to you! I’m Pack Rat Lew”

whatever….

OK, need to break this obsessive thinking about what is known at this point about a highly suspicious and possibly intentional violation of my 4^th Amendment Rights to privacy (among other potential violations of existing law), blah blah blah (still trying) so….. the “recent event”.

NEEDED ONE ANYWAY AND IT WAS FUN

I purchased a sewing machine for stitching large sections of shade cloth together to provide shade for that southern redwood deck that gets blistering hot in the summer. Hand sewing was getting to be too much on the old digits so I researched and found a machine widely used in high schools – in their Home Economics courses. What better recommendation yeah? It was a blast (except for thread bobbin tangles and broken needles etc) sewing patches on jeans and shirts, bolstering areas that appeared too worn and would tear soon; and just playing around learning the machine.

Thus the birth of: SENIOR SEWING CITIZEN

https://youtu.be/9VKjrVJclCE

CONTINUED ATTEMPT AT OBSESSION DIVERSION

Yeah, I know, rather boring video but, you know, the older I get the more appreciative I am for taking the time to record these “glimpses” of a past life. Who knows, maybe if I make it that far in longevity and become some drooling husk in a wheelchair or home hospital bed; parked in front of a television set or computer monitor, well, at least I would be watching and listening to a familiar person that I trusted and could relate. Perhaps (hopefully) even having some audible and recognizable strings of sporadic laughter that could be occasionally cajoled out of my twisted, wrinkled face and sagging drooling mouth? Wonder if I’d even continue to know and realize who that guy was on the TV and why he was encouraging me?

(NOTE to self, start work on an end of life video production for viewing when/if incapacitated, in wheelchair, and can’t graze and dance with the Antelope anymore. lol)

KEEP BUSY WITH “SOMETHING ELSE PLAN”

I wanted to add some video to the below advertisement for my “Covid Lock Down PONCHO PROJECT”, because I actually used that DIY Poncho (assembled from old towels, T-shirts and other cotton linen material) on this last trip to the desert. A beautiful late afternoon but that traditional body chill (lower spine to base of neck – often with a quick involuntary “shudder or shake” reaction) was quickly approaching due to the vanishing warm sunlight blocked by a 2,000′ rocky range rising to the west. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I get that “spontaneous quivering body shake” I’m not going to get warmer without doing something to prevent it from getting worse! duh

OF COURSE THAT “CHILL” INTERRUPTS and

often disrupts an enjoyable time just observing the changing desert landscape as a gigantic shadow, complete with the elevated peaks and ridges and lower canyons and gullies, (their shadows) slowly creeping to the east and across the valley in route to another towering range as it cools the land below. Yeah, that late afternoon chill encourages a “sit down” by the wood stove for a bit or some immediate additional clothing. lol

I knew what was coming and that “chill” was going to disrupt the current activity of watching the Antelope as music pumped out of the speakers. That silly Covid Poncho had been hanging in the trailer for a long time, so, why not? Rather than stop the enjoyable activity of watching the Antelope – throw on your COVID TOWEL PONCHO for a little extra warmth!

SO FAR SO GOOD

They were accepting me thus far and I didn’t want to ruin it by drastically changing my appearance and frightening them. They had already accepted my presence, or at least were tolerating it with such ease they continued to slowly graze – getting closer and closer.

So I’m wearing my “COVID PONCHO” and repeating that same slow bending over position and performing my “fake grazing techniques” with arms dangling down as front legs, and slowly moving, meandering about with own practiced grazing routine while my wild animal friends occasionally lifted heads to confirm their safety – from that strange animal that had now drastically changed appearance with a long flowing split “robe with ties on the sides” sporting an old Grateful Dead T-shirt sewn to the front – yes, was quite different from the prior outfit of a pair of open toe sandals and brightly colored boxer shorts! lol

DANCES WITH ANTELOPE

The performance ultimately turned into a slow moving dance to the song Corazon Espinado….by Carlos Santana, Supernatural. [Have another blah blah blah, related to how this music (the above particular song), could touch me with a presentation regarding emotional pain which I could “feel”, despite not understanding the lyrics (not bilingual) and actually thinking the music was somewhat more uplifting and not depressing like a traditional “sad song” might sound. Later out of curiosity looked up the song title and explanation: A Broken (Pierced) Heart!

KNOW ITS THERE BUT

So I’ve been looking through GBs of material trying to locate those few minutes of a COVID PONCHO ANTELOPE DANCE (yeah, I know “Dances with Antelope” should be my private tribal name. I’m going to quit for now.

So for the below audio you’ll just have to imagine various images and video of an old fart in a DIY COVID LOCK DOWN TOWEL PONCHO slowing dancing in front of a herd of Antelope. Ahhh, miss them already.

NOTE: BELOW THIS AUDIO FILE IS A “YOUTUBE LYRIC VIDEO” (scrolling lyrics easier to understand)

I’ll find that video (Poncho and Antelope) somewhere…dances with Antelope? geeezzz

WHOA! Found the video lyrics just a little while ago — a different file extension prevented me from locating it earlier for this post. No biggie really, but some of the lyrics are difficult to hear on the audio. My files are a mess but slowly getting better organized. lol

<below> Here’s a revision that was posted on this site (I have forgotten how much blah blah blah and video already posted! No wonder I’m always having storage difficulties.)

Over four years ago? My how time flies when your country was being destroyed from within by those who obviously do not believe in the US Constitution, Bill or Rights or existing statutory law.

The following was an attempt to help illustrate….. oh heck, you’ll see …

Can you recall the tune that goes with the above lyrical lol?

My best to you and yours, Lew