Ford Tourneo Courier Ecoboost 1.0 Part III

The screen has gone black / failed to come on upon starting, twice. Turning the car off and back on “fixed” it both times.
Now that weather is growing colder, the buttwarming front seats, and the heated steering wheel are nice, as is the heated windshield (at least until a piece of gravel hits it and I have to have it replaced) (nice because one does not have to scrape ice in the morning it just melts right off).

What an embarrassing time to be an old white man.
I have been a bit depressed and a bit grieving since the election and really have to summon extra self-control from somewhere to keep from ranting. But so far so good.

Alpha and I had goose with friends on Wednesday. That is, we went to the best restaurant in the next town with friends of ours, and ate roast goose, 2 kinds of dumplings, and red cabbage. I don’t know if the goose also had friends, possibly. The wine was good, and we also had some schnapps. They all sympathized with me.

The world, or the part I am familiar with, a part of the world that previously had some amount of respect (or even affection) for the United States (they were so happy for us when Obama was elected), is shocked that a legitimate clown and convicted felon made it this far.

Part of me is, too. But part of me knows Americans have always been like this.

Every Republican president during my lifetime was elected by the same people for the same reason – domestic war on the poor, on minorities, on women, on the left. That’s what Nixon’s War on Drugs was all about. The current gang is just a little more openly fascist.

I have some questions: Trump is old, ill and senile. He will die soon. How allegiant is his cult to him personally, and how much to those propping him up? What will a President Vance be like? What happens if Trump dies or is incapacitated before being sworn in? What happens if he is caught traitoring? What happens when those around him start fighting amongst themselves. What happens when those behind him start fighting (billionaires vs Russia vs Saudi Arabia vs China vs whatever)?

Here in Austria, the far-right party won the most votes in the recent election, but currently it looks like the other parties will refuse to form a coalition with them, which means they might not be in the government. Or, the conservative party might just be pretending, and could eventually say “whelp coalition talks failed so we are forced to coalesce with the rightists in the interest of stability in these unstable times.”

Anyway, as the party with the most votes, the president of parliament (Rosenkranz) is from the far-right party, which makes many people unhappy. Today he attempted to lay down a wreath at a memorial for pogrom victims in Vienna but was blocked by a Jewish students group who oppose him etc. He asked the police to move them so he could access the memorial (but they did not). Austria’s (at the moment) best newspaper, “Die Tagespresse” (a satirical newspaper similar to The Onion) then reported, “In memory of the November pogroms, Rosenkranz orders police to move Jews out of the way”.

There is a saying in German, “Die Lage ist hoffnungslos, aber nicht ernst.” (The situation is hopeless, but not serious.) I think, since fascists depend on fear, it is important to maintain a sense of humor and creativity and never stop pointing out what clowns they are.

When possible and you are not going to be murdered for it etc.

Anyway. Did I say the goose was good? It is easy to make goose tough and stringy and dry, but this was perfect.

Equilibrium

So anyway. There I was in the woods. Looking around. Weather was beginning to cool, but still hot, not like today which is cool and rainy, perfect, perfect weather.
It was hot but the woods were shady.
I was wearing socks this time in case something ran up the inside of my pantsleg again (nothing did) and a straw hat and a pink Bikini Kill T-shirt and blue jeans. And shoes. I had clippers in my pocket, hidden by the shirt in case I encountered the owner of the forest or a hunter or whatever (I didn’t).
I told myself it was legal to clip the cattails; I wasn’t taking many and the ones that were protected are a different, smaller kind. These are ok to take.
I don’t know if they really are. According to something I found online it is legal in Austria to take things (nuts, berries, mushrooms) from the woods for your own use, but not, like, commercially, and not firewood etc. So I took 5 hazel switches (for possible basketry) (I didn’t take more because I didn’t want to look greedy should I encounter an owner or other authority) (I didn’t) and looked around for thick stands of cattails.
I found some near the edge of a pond. It was a steep slope maybe 2 meters down to the water’s edge.
I don’t know what happened. I was carefully going down the slope when I just tipped.
I was clutching at the grass and plants, but it was no good.

Voice in my head: “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” (all lower case, calm, more dismay than terror, more wanting to get this falling stuff over with so the climbing back up can commence). I did not catch myself elegantly. There was 0% elegance going on here.
Did I make a sound? I don’t recall.
At least I didn’t fall into mud or brackish water.
I bet Mary Oliver fell into the cattails sometimes too.
“There it was, the soft animal of my body, lying there on its back in the reeds, hoping nothing slithered up its leg.”
I resolved to start doing more squats and knee mobility stuff.

I got my cattails, a medium-sized bundle, and wandered back to my Ford Tourneo Courier 1.0 Ecoboost (which a recent passenger determined dings a lot, safety warnings that are, in sum, distracting).

I went home and set out my catch in the shed to dry under the wasp nests (3 at last count). That reminds me, I forgot to put my bicycle back into the shed and now it is raining. My motivation to put my bike back was mitigated by the 3 wasp nests.

I made some twine. I watched the closing ceremony of the Paralympics with my wife. At some point I went to bed, because I woke up in bed this morning, happy to see the rain and the cooler weather.

2nd review of Ford Tourneo Courier 1.0 Ecoboost

Getting better at the cruise control which includes keep-you-in-your-lane assistant which is practically a self-driving car but keeps you on your toes because when the road markings get complicated or confusing, such as at construction sites or road 1 merges with road 2 etc the assistant just throws its hands up in the air and says, Jesus take the wheel then you have to drive again. But i really like how it changes speeds for you when you enter a different speed zone, the car has probably already paid for itself with all the speeding tickets I haven’t gotten.

Ok, casual readers have all clicked away, let me tell you, hardcore readers, about my prostatic adventure: So anyway my urologist talked me into getting a prostate biopsy, by promising propofol and fentanyl. My wife drove me to the appointment which was out of town because I would not be able to drive myself home we were told.

When we got to the clinic the door was locked and a woman in scrubs with serious Domme vibes let us in. It’s hard to describe – body language and aura. If you know you know. I asked what was in the little cup and should I drink it she said, tranquilizer I already told you yes drink it (you naughty worm). I was scared and hard of hearing but I was like, whatever and didn’t try to explain my handicap and drank it and did not get bratty.

It was a shot glass of something strong so when I was shown to the next room I was already pretty high which was good because they were like, you can leave your shirt on everything else goes and I was like, awesome I get to keep my shirt on and scrub Domme explained in slow short sentences how exactly I was to position myself in the chair/table which was a gynecological chair except in this case an andrological chair I guess and in my tranquil state it was not as simple as it might otherwise have been but i eventually got my legs up into the stirrups and my butt acceptably close to the edge of the mattress and my arms in the arm holders and the other doctor I didn’t know said something in a friendly tone, maybe jokingly to put me at ease but I couldn’t understand much (especially the actual meaning and intention of what he was saying) because I had put everything into the tray, including my hearing aids, while my own urologist who was also there explained the procedure and set the needle in my arm and here comes the oxygen mask and here comes the anesthetic lube and explains why it was necessary to strap my legs and arms into their respective restrainers are you cool with that?

And I’m like making some cooperative noises through the oxygen mask and thinking, ok now TBH I get how some fellas make this a habit.

Anyway that’s all I remember and at some point my wife drove me home and here I am now four days later, meds worn off pretty much, waiting for the diagnosis which I am scheduled to discuss with my doctor in two weeks. I suppose if he has bad news he’ll call me before that, so no news is good news right?

Also I have begun making energy bars, which I call Mig Bars, which (from the second batch on) are actually pretty good and effective – eat one and you are not hungry for a long time, in a good way.

I also find the average mileage display on the dashboard of the Ford Tourneo really motivates me to take it easy on the gas as I try to get that average fuel consumption down as low as possible. Unfortunately, when I started the rig this morning on my morning drive to the train station, that figure had vanished from the display so someone must have changed something fucking around with the controls no idea what but now I will have to learn more about it but so far, over all, I really like the vehicle, I have decided to just enjoy the now and not ruin the experience for myself by worrying about the huge number of doodads and features that will eventually break and make life a frustrating, expensive purgatory. I can burn that bridge when I come to it.