Philip W Holland

I have received a sign that I am dallying too long by finally being attacked by a blue jay during the weekend mow at mom’s. Got me right fierce on top of the head.

A fledgling (second this week!) then presented itself. Time also for me to fly away? In any case, gotta get out of Texas before it gets hotter-nawl git-out again

The weight reduction process is over. Finished going over the packed crv, no more unnecessary tool or gear redundancy. Kayak is packed and strapped aerodynamically with help of a third pair of newly fabricated roof anchors. Should be able to take flight cleanly, although angle of attack yet undetermined.

Last step will be duly and diligently adjusting the valve lash, which is routine at this point. Gonna let “the wind” (read: adhd squirrel brain) guide my way

What rationale is there to not get distracted by something shiny? If you aren’t leaning over to investigate the exposed corner of a dingy discarded candy wrapper, you’ll never be the one to find one to actually be a hundred dollar bill. Oh well, dummies, more treasures for me!

So anyway, lawn is mowed/edged, trees trimmed, chicken peckers restrung (see video), coffee bought and ground, various other loose ends tied, car nearly ready.

Most importantly, self is ready for field test of working theory of neurodivergence as contextual incompatibility of specialized coevolutionary neurotypes, by seeking to be of utility wherever I find myself.

Was hoping to throw some narcan in the first aid box (for strangers, I may not know someone but they are somebody’s dearest friend and ive lost too many of my own) cause shit’s wild out there, but the shipping would take too long.

Got jumper cables, plenty of tools and know how, and appropriate redundancy of various camping/fishing/food items.

Hoping somebody’s camp stove out there needs servicing, air mattress needs to be patched, or car needs wrenching. Or I’ll just meet people and get my name out there. Give and sell some art. Make some music. Share some real human skills like mushroom foraging and fire by friction with some campground neighbors.

Bringing some things with me to sell on the road or add to the web store (link to be added), such as these delightful mugs with ghosts that are progressively rediscovered in their oubliettes as beverages disappear:

Stay tuned for the unveiling of which direction I decide to go, as well as the opening of my web store. Got plenty of art to start, and can ship from the post office or a FedEx (in sensu lato) in whatever town is next.

Also don’t forget send gas and campsite money to my cashapp at $philipwholland lest I get stranded and starve when y’all could have saved me.

live carelessy pwh 5-24-25