Saturday, May 11, 2019

Anything for a Buck?

Several months ago, I was diagnosed ADD.(Attention-Deficit Disorder, NOT Advanced Dungeons and Dragons). Probably something I've had a long time, but no one ever thought of testing me. So I've been trying to adapt (poorly) or figuring how how to handle it. I've tried a couple different kinds of meds, but with very limited success. Most of it seems to be a money grab rather than actually helping.

So I reached out for professional help (something I hate to admit to) and suddenly there are 3-4 people offering to help...IF the price is right. This is uncharted territory for me. I'm not sure what to expect or how I'll know I'm making progress. Yet I can't stay where I am. I've got to do something.

Maybe if this had been caught sooner, things would have been different in my life. As it is,I'll be 60 in a few months, never married, never close. My relationships last a few months before I'm kicked to the curb (well, except for that one lady who wanted to date me and play around with two or three other guys on the side). Maybe it's my fate to remain single, but let me get my head on straight so I quit wasting my time with every pretty face who's nice to me.

So I'm not sure where I'm going, but I have to do something (oh wait: I already said that) . I have a couple leads IF I can get my head to stop hurting.






Friday, March 08, 2019

Surprise?

It's surprising, or maybe not surprising. I walked away from a situation a year ago and no one seems to have noticed. No, I'm not going into details right now. If I did, I'd be accused of trying to draw attention to myself, so I won't.
Just surprising that none of my "friends" ever noticed. So I guess they really weren't friends, were they?

Tuesday, March 05, 2019

I Dunno

Still waffling back and forth about maybe settling down. Another SCA friend finally found "the one" for him and is getting hitched. Me? Not even close.
There IS someone I'm interested in, but she's 8 hours away. She's attractive, she's smart, she's nice to me...but 8 hours is a bit much. If she lived closer to me (or I to her) maybe I'd ask her out, but I only see her at SCA events.

There just doesn't seem to be many (or any) single ladies in this area. I've contacted a few on various dating sites, but things have never gone anywhere.
Am I that difficult to get along with?  Are my standards too high (as one person accused me of)?

For now, I'll just keep chasing bridges and trying to get back with the SCA (at least to some degree). If something happens, great. If not, then not.


Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Sixty

When I started this blog, it was supposed to be about "life, the universe, and everything", but somehow turned into a roads blog. Can I do both?

Anywho (#8) , I've lately been thinking about the way my life has gone. I never foresaw the direction it was taken. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
In another year, I'll be 60. Hard to believe. Then, as now, I'll likely still be single. I've just never had much luck with relationships...lots of poor choices, I guess. Maybe this is my fate.

Yet, do I want to settle down? Being single, I can do what I want, when I want. Spend the weekend looking for old bridges? I can do that, and not have to answer to anyone.

Early last Fall, I spent three weeks on the road exploring the old National Road in Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Maryland. I just packed a suitcase, threw it in the van and drove. 

Well, I did go to the RMCA meeting in Harrisburg, PA, a bridge meet in Ohio, then drove back through Chicago to visit my cousin.  4000+ miles, 6000+ photos.  But I didn't have to answer to anyone. Well, I did check in with Master Crag every 2-3 days just so he knew I didn't fall off the Earth, but I was on my own..my own schedule, my own destinations.

So if I did settle down, would I miss "running away from home" ? Of would there be someone I could share the experience with? There aren't many lady road enthusiasts out there and when I try to explain my enthusiasm it's like I'm speaking a foreign language.

So maybe it's just as well.  I can have the freedom to do what I want and not have to answer for it. Besides,  there are worse things than being single, like wishing I was.


Thursday, January 31, 2019

STOP THIEF!

If you've been following me for a while, you know I post most of my photographs to Flickr Photos (recently acquired by SmugMug, but that's another story). Almost all my photos are tagged All Rights Reserved so I have control over how they are used.

Imagine my surprise when I found people posting my photos on Facebook attempting to pass them off as their own. It appears Google has somehow linked to my photos and marks them as Public Domain. For that matter, I have also caught a couple people on the AARoads Forum posting my photos without giving me credit. I have pointed this out on Facebook and AARoads but wind up treated like the bad guy for reporting what is basically theft of my work. At least ask, dammit! But they don't, and no one seems to give a damn.

But the minute I do it to someone else, it's MY neck in the noose. 

RIP Dale Bend Bridge

The Dale Bend Bridge  north of Ola, Arkansas in Yell County, Arkansas was lost yesterday (January 30). A semi-truck weighing at least 80,000 pounds (or 40 tons) collapsed the bridge that had a weight limit of 6 tons.
"I was following my GPS" is the driver's excuse. Did he not see the Weight Limit sign or was he simply oblivious to the fact that his truck weighed more than the 6 ton limit? Arkansas has lots of old truss bridges, but that number dwindles almost daily. Even as I type this, the Pruitt Bridge on AR 7 at the Buffalo River is about to be replaced. It can be saved if someone is willing to move it, but time is running out.

But inattentive, ignorant truck drivers aren't helping, Fryers Ford Bridge was lost due to an overweight truck as was the Two Mile Creek Bridge south of Mena. A couple months ago, we almost lost the Beaver Bridge to a damn tour bus. I'm just sick. Bridges are disappearing faster than I can photograph them.  Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who cares.