How did the homestead hold up through the winter?

I had fitful dreams in Omaha that I'd drive back west in the spring and discover that the shack aspiring to be a tinyhome one day that I'd started out in the desert would be wrecked. Blown apart by winds and the uneven pressure of the earth before a proper floor could be built. Flooded due to floodworks dug hastily at the end of the year that wouldn't be able to keep the house dry against a hundred-year storm. Eaten apart by mice, held together by spiderwebs. I had no idea what to expect, and my subconscious mind was more than happy to fill in the blanks, the dick.

Well, I rolled up the day after I left Denver, and I decided to capture the moment on camera if you'll look to your left. Now that I'm back onsite, I plan on taking a lot more video to post up on here. (Boy howdy was uploading it a time... I'll keep that in mind in the future.)

In any case, after taking stock of that, I began dealing with my crops, a process that's still ongoing, and one that I'll describe in detail (with pictures!) in my next update.

Another trip through the Rockies

I haven't posted in a while, and for a very good reason - I went back to Nevada. By way of my college town, where I spent a week and change catching up with old friends and waiting out some nasty late winter storms.

But I'm back, and this time I have a blog, and some confirmed readers outside of the realms of random (but beloved!) strangers from Leftbook. Let's start from the beginning.

First off, that gorgeous pic to the left. I ended up doing a favor for some friends and delivering some goods to Denver, getting some gas money in exchange for saving them a trip. Denver is slightly out of the way; I can travel from Omaha to the collective by hopping on and off I-80. But if the detour pays for itself, well, I-70 west of Denver is probably the most picturesque piece of interstate in America. It certainly has the most picturesque traffic jams; I don't generally whip out my phone in heavy traffic but everyone was at a standstill.

Fill The Wedding Hall With Guests Y'all

It is written about an early socialist philosopher that He said the following:

Matthew 22:1-10 And Jesus answered and spoke to them again by parables and said: “The kingdom of heaven is like a certain king who arranged a marriage for his son, and sent out his servants to call those who were invited to the wedding; and they were not willing to come. Again, he sent out other servants, saying, ‘Tell those who are invited, “See, I have prepared my dinner; my oxen and fatted cattle are killed, and all things are ready. Come to the wedding.” ’ But they made light of it and went their ways, one to his own farm, another to his business. And the rest seized his servants, treated them [a]spitefully, and killed them. But when the king heard about it, he was furious. And he sent out his armies, destroyed those murderers, and burned up their city. Then he said to his servants, ‘The wedding is ready, but those who were invited were not worthy. Therefore go into the highways, and as many as you find, invite to the wedding.’ So those servants went out into the highways and gathered together all whom they found, both bad and good. And the wedding hall was filled with guests.

Why do I bring this up? Because Marco Rubio backs the Amazon warehouse unionization drive in Bessemer, Alabama as a way to own Amazon for having woke PR departments. His reason to back this is not my reason to back this, to put it mildly. He doesn't like the idea of unions in principle, doesn't have anything against billionaires in principle, but is so triggered by culture war bullshit that he's gotta own the libs by organizing Bessemer.