My Desert Adventure

Had  the pleasure this Saturday morning, July 18, 2015, in meeting fellow CNN iReporter, Revloc aka Matt. Matt and I have commented, read and viewed each other’s uploads to the social news media website for a few years.

Matt had to make a trip this weekend to attend to property which he and his wife own in Fort Mohave, Arizona across the Colorado River from where the Desert Mark’s Den is located in Laughlin, Nevada.

So shortly after 9 a.m. this morning, Matt arrived to  pick me up. Before beginning our trip to historic Oatman, Arizona and a ride through The Curves on Route 66 between Oatman and Kingman, Matt took a couple of pictures of me in my backyard.

Matt was a perfect guide and wealth of information. He also was kind enough to capture me out and enjoying my Desert Adventure with his camera.

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Kicking It on Route 66

What better way to spend a Saturday than exploring the area around your new home?

For the first half of the day, that is exactly what I did. A fellow iReporter, Revloc aka Matt, drove over from Fort Mohave, Arizona across the Colorado River from the Desert Mark’s Den in Laughlin, Nevada to take me out for a Desert Adventure.

We drove through The Curves along historic Route 66 to Cool Springs Museum between Oatman and Kingman. We stopped by one area where there are various make-shift memorials as well.

We were able to sandwich the exploration between Desert Monsoons. One rolled through the area overnight and the second came through after I was back home safe and sound.

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Oatman, Arizona – A Place to See

What better way to spend a Saturday than exploring the area around your new home?

For the first half of the day, that is exactly what I did. A fellow iReporter, Revloc aka Matt, drove over from Fort Mohave, Arizona across the Colorado River from the Desert Mark’s Den in Laughlin, Nevada to take me out for a Desert Adventure.

Matt had plans to acquaint me with the rustic allure of what once was a bustling gold mine town – Oatman, Arizona. We also drove through The Curves along historic Route 66 to Cool Springs Museum between Oatman and Kingman.

Besides being a part of history because of the gold, Oatman boasts the wild burros which run freely on the main drag. It is also a stop for celebrity buffs who visit the Oatman Hotel, where Clark Gable and Carol Lombard spent their honeymoon in Room 15.

We were able to sandwich the exploration between Desert Monsoons. One rolled through the area overnight and the second came through after I was back home safe and sound.

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Burro-ing Into the Desert

On a Desert Adventure to Oatman, Arizona today on historic Route 66, I had the opportunity to video some of the old gold mine town’s most famous citizens – the wild burros!

Along with CNN iReporter Revloc, the burros thought for sure we had some food for them. The burros run freely in the street and all along Route 66 in this part of the mountains of Arizona. The burros are believed to be descendants of domesticated burros set free by the gold miners who once dominated the region.

Revloc’s Desert Adventure

Had  the pleasure this Saturday morning meeting fellow CNN iReporter, Revloc. Matt and I have commented, read and viewed each other’s uploads to the social news media website for a few years.

Matt owns property in Fort Mohave, Arizona across the Colorado River from where I now reside in Laughlin, Nevada. He had to make a trip this weekend to attend to that property. Plans were made to meet and have a Desert Adventure.

So shortly after 9 a.m. this morning, Matt picked me up at the Desert Mark’s Den. We were off for historic Oatman, Arizona and a ride on Route 66.

Here are a few images of Matt exploring Oatman and the Desert along Route 66, including the Cool Springs Museum – a rebuilt 1930s style gas station.

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Desert Monsoon – Video!

Last night the rain fell in torrents. The lightning flashed. The thunder rolled. Flooding rolled down the mountains into the Desert below. Cars, streets, casinos and homes were hit with the flash floods.

This afternoon, once more the Desert was hit with another of what is called monsoons. No, these are not the devastating storms which hit in Southeast Asia and Pacific isles, but the name given to the uncommon thunderstorms that water the Desert during July and August.

There are issues, however. With the rain, mud and small rocks come careening down the mountain side. While the water may not be too damaging, unless someone is driving and runs across standing water, the mud and rocks can fill cars, damage the paint and tires as well as residences.

Another concern is if the flash flood overwhelms the river and causes it to overflow into the water system. Currently people in Laughlin are being advised not drink nor use the water to bathe. This should be a relatively short duration.

The video is of the monsoon that struck this afternoon as I captured it from the patio of the Desert Mark’s Den in Canyon Terrace at Laughlin, Nevada.

TGIF – Are Thanks in Order?

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TGIF – Thank God it’s Friday. But is this beautiful day in the Desert worthy of thanks?

Any day one opens his or her eyes, can take in a breath, is a day worth gratitude. Having life flowing through the body is a blessing in itself. Though our bodies and minds may be overcome with pain, despair or heartache at times.

Many, many times in the course of the last 60 years I have been like the Apostle Paul and prayed, wished, I was out of this body and in a new body in the Great Beyond. Then a word is said, a smile given,  a small gesture or some other what seems inane happening and I am once more grateful for life with all its hills and valleys.

We never know what lies around the next bend, behind the next door. Dread of the unknown often turns to anticipation and desire for more. But, a cloud obscures the sun and we realize we must keep all in perspective. We must acknowledge there is a master plan from the Great Designer.

Received another callback from Crane this morning, but not resolved yet the issue I have with access. I am expecting another call this afternoon to tell me all is back right with the world and God is in His heavens.

Was surprised by a late night call. When an unexpected voice comes across the airwaves thoughts are: what is wrong and/or so glad you called. When that call lasts for 2 1/2 hours, it can only be classified in the plus column.

What will be tomorrow, next week or in the days, months and years to come, no mortal knows. But, what we can know is who holds the future.

As the weekend beckons I am buoyed with hope of a brighter tomorrow.

So it is this TGIF in the Desert.

And how is your Friday going?

Is It Thursday – And I Am Still Here?

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Woke to another beautiful morning in the Desert. Refreshed and ready to meet another day.

The depressive cloud that had descended throughout Wednesday getting much darker as the day wore on has left a cloudy sky with glimmers of sunlight breaking through.

My issue with the credit union has yet to be resolved. This places me in a precarious situation. I have sent emails. I have called, each time being shuffled to voicemail. I continue to wait for a callback to fix the issue.

Starting to wonder if the bank is waiting for me to come in personally to take care of the concern. Wondering if the bank does not realize I am 2,000 miles away.

Ate the last of my food last evening. Unsure what to do today. Going to try and see if I can get anything at the local food bank. There are specific days and times, but not listed. I have attempted to call and email, but no luck in getting through and getting answers yet.

Had planned to submit necessary paperwork to see if I qualify in Nevada for both QMB (pays Medicare premium) and/or Medicaid today. Have to wait until next Thursday before representatives will be in Laughlin. If I had the gas, I could drive 100 miles to Henderson. Guess I will wait until next Thursday.

With all going on in my personal life, it is a wonder I have been able to focus and write my daily recap of the headlines and current events. I have managed to provide a little commentary here and there as well.

May be doing another another political piece today on the 2016 presidential circus, I mean race. Different thoughts racing the corridors of my gray matter.

Don’t forget to grab the latest edition of Kernels From the Cornfield.

That’s the way it is, this Thursday, July 16, 2015.

And how is your day before TGIF going?

UPDATE: Crane finally called me back. The credit union is going to work with me to resolve the issue. Yippee!

What If Tonight…

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What if I breathed my last breath tonight?

Would there be any significant change in the world or in life for those who know me or love me?

Would it be relief or sadness or a combination of both?

Would anyone really care that my life had finally reached a conclusion?

I am sure Iohn will be elated that his car loan is paid off and the personal loan we have. I am sure he will be happy that he will not be stuck with the loan on my car as it will be paid off as well. The cost of a divorce will be gone as he will be widower.

Yet I am equally certain Iohn will survive and continue to climb the mountains of life. He will forget the time we spent together, our marriage and my memory.

For my Mother, it will be relief. Her obligation to love and support her oldest child who has languished in illness for nearly two decades will be over. The disappointment of a man who failed at everything will become just a memory which will fade with time.

For my Father, it will barely register. He will display the obligatory sadness that his oldest child has passed on. He will be relieved to no longer have to admit that such a poor excuse for a man was his son.

For my brothers and sister, they can breathe a sigh of relief. They no longer have the embarassment of the weird sibling.

This brings me to my two sons.

The oldest son pretty much won’t notice. He will no longer have to pretend he has a father out there.

For my youngest son there will be feelings of grief, but at the same time relief. My youngest son will no longer have to hide because he can’t bear to watch his father joust at windmills and lose all the time.

My granddaughters will not even know. In years they may be told they had a Grandpa and that’s about it.

For both the daughters-in-law, they will no longer have to be polite to the Old Man.

At my funeral, I am sure my Mother and Father will be there, more out of obligation than anything. One of my brothers and my sister may or may not show up. I can’t blame them after all I have only been a shame to them.

I am not sure if the daughters-in-law will allow my sons to attend. My youngest son with his sensitivity may find it impossible to deal and just stay in Texas. My oldest son may not come because of the hardship and difficulty in taking time off from work, if his wife allows.

The two mothers of my sons and Iohn may very well be there. Not out of grief or respect, but to make sure I’m really dead. I am sure the women and Iohn would love the opportunity to dance on my grave.

There will be no other impact on the world.

No one will notice.

No one will care.

I have left no footprint behind.

History will point to me as the type of life that should have never been. I will be used as an example for genetic selection. Genetic selection to determine which child to keep and which to end prior to birth. A child with my genetic makeup will find its way into the waste bin.

Yes, what if I breathed my last breath tonight?

When It Rains…

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The old saying goes, if it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. So seems to be the story of my life. When it looks like there is some sunshine, the clouds roll in and the rain pours in sheets making focus and vision near impossible.

Thus it is this morning in the Desert for me. Due to my refusal to pay for a personal loan, which primarily benefited Iohn, access via ATM to my bank account has been frozen until I pay up. Not by Iohn, but the bank with which I have had an account for about 15 years.

If I make a payment, my account is unfrozen. Of course first I would have to have the money, which I do not, since I am still waiting for reimbursement from June. Then I would need at least half of the payment for this month to satisfy the bank and unfreeze my access.

To top this off, I learned last night as well that my monthly Social Security check will be $105 less. Indiana, because of my low income, had been paying my Medicare Part B premium. Now that I am out of the Cornfield and in the Desert, until Nevada offers Medicaid to me and I continue to qualify for what is called Q Assistance, I will be having to get by on $100 less per month.

As to the bank, I have called and emailed. I am waiting on a callback. Hopefully I will be able to resolve the issue today and not have to wait until August 3.

Part of me wants to pack up and head back to Indiana. Not that it would change my situation, but I would not have to get a new driver’s license and tags on the car come August as well. But there is nowhere to go for me. I would have the same issues. Plus it would not be good for my physical health and definitely would be detrimental to my emotional and mental health.

Maybe this is one of those “monsoons” they keep talking about here in the Desert. Only instead of droplets of water falling from the sky, it is droplets of despair falling in Mark’s Den.

So that is the way it is this midweek in the Desert.

How is your Hump Day going?