Who Are You

Our children, growing up in the shadow of the “classic rock” era, would be challenged by me when the song “Who Are You” came on the radio; Do you know who is singing?  They soon caught on that it was “The Who”, but who are you?  I really want to know.

I think it is easy to compartmentalize our lives.  We have many doors that we live behind, some are very public, some are private, and then there are some that only we can go through.  “For who among men knows the things of the man, except the spirit of the man within him?”  With modern digital technology, using social media, we have the capability to show different sides to who we are.  Here are some of the strands from my digital web.

On Facebook I can be found as jbfrey717.  I grew tired of Facebook so I don’t travel there much these days.  I would much rather spend time on Instagram for my digital socializing.  On Instagram I can be found as Apricis_Nocte.  What you ask is Apricis_Nocte?  To make a long story short it is Latin for Sonny Knight (sunny night).  SonnyKnight was not available so I used the Latin phrase.  To find the whole story you can read it here.  I use Instagram to post personal pictures of days in the life of Jeff. I also have a Twitter identity and it too uses the Latin term for sunny night, but for Twitter I am identified as ApricisNocte.  Although I don’t spend much time on Twitter either, I use it mainly as my political sounding board.  If you’re not into politics don’t follow me, you might not like who you find.

Are you confused yet? I am.  I think I have a multiple personality disorder.  I, along with my daughter, just started a new Instagram identity called Freyer_Tuck.  My daughter and I like the craft beer culture and along with my wife, as the designated driver, visit the plethora of craft breweries in San Diego.11849980_903130173087832_607919505_n(1)

Of course then there are the WordPress identities.  I have the site that you are currently reading this blog on, “Random Thoughts From a Hot Tin Roof”, literally a collection of random thoughts.  I also have another active site that is currently being developed called “BloodyGlass“.  This is a work in progress that I will be using to promote a jewelry line I am making using fused glass.  Stay tuned for more information as it moves forward.  I also have one more WordPress site I used, to promote another product that I had hoped to market.  The product was called “Artistic Hanging Solutions” and I used this blog site to promote it.  Unfortunately, the idea never took off and I let the site go dormant.  Artistic Hanging Solutions still has a presence on FaceBook and periodically I somehow still get calls.  I think the idea has a lot of potential so I may resurrect it sometime in the future.

Oh yea, I almost forgot there are also some connections on Pinterest, Etsy and YouTube.

That is the story of the web I’ve woven and I’m sticking to it.  Is life complicated or what?


Sand Castles

I moved with my family from Pennsylvania to California fifteen years ago.  It was at the beginning of the real estate boom.  After living there and seeing the prices of everything continue to rise I thought it would be good to start looking for a more economical area to invest in for a retirement home.  In my research I discovered a little town that sets at the tail end of the rocky mountain range called Silver City in New Mexico.  During the Christmas season in 2005 we drove there from San Diego for a visit.  I had been studying the town online for approximately 6 months but other than that we had no idea what to expect.  We turned off the interstate in Lordsburg, NM and headed north into the foot hills.  We knew that Silver City was situated at an elevation of 6000 feet so as we crossed the mesa looking at the lower mountains in front of us we did not understand how we were going to get to 6000 feet in the 40 miles that lay before us.  It wasn’t until later that we discovered that Lordsburg was situated at 4500 feet so we actually only had to climb 1500 feet in the final 40 miles.

As we crested the final rise and looked out over Silver City spread before us it was rather anticlimactic. I think we were expecting a small community stuck to the side of a mountain but what we found was a sprawling community spread out before us across a scene of rolling hills.  Our first impression of Silver City was rather disappointing. IMG_0463

We continued to explore the city and the surrounding area, visiting the normal tourist attractions and the area started to grow on us.  We began to feel the magic, “the land of enchantment”.

IMG_0425 Down town Silver City

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We loved the wide open spaces                   P1010140_edited-1 IMG_1786IMG_1481 the abandon places                                                                   P1010143 P1010380 and the memorial traces P1120917 Fort Bayard National Cemetery

After spending a long week end there in the winter we felt we should visit the place again in the summer.  It after all is the high desert, and Carol is not fond of the desert.  We travel across the desert again for another visit in the summer of 2016.  We rented a cabin P1010343 at the end of a very long dirt road followed by a trip up the creek to get there,

P1010385where we spent some time with the turkeys. P1010337 All and all we had a very good time and we even enjoyed the hot days and cool nights.

We both came to the conclusion that this could be a retirement place for us.  We still had some years of employment before retirement so we decided to find a property that we could purchase and then rent out until we felt the time was right for us to make the move.  We knew at the time that my career would be impacted by my medical condition but not to what extent.  We found a property that was close in to town but in a rural setting and made the purchase.

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Over the years we made several more trips out to Silver City for a visit and every time we were there we felt the magic.  Two times a year the local Arts Council puts on a free concert in the park at the center of town and an eclectic assemble of people descend on the town

IMG_1349 IMG_1509                  Every Memorial Day week end there is a Blues Festival and at the end of the summer usually the weekend after Labor Day there is the Pickamania, blue grass festival.

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Since Silver City is located at an elevation of 6000 feet they have four distinct yet mild seasons.  The summers are never exceedingly hot like the lower desert areas and the winters are mild and short.  They may even get a little snow.IMG_1026IMG_1018

We found that there are a plethora of artist and art galleries in the area.IMG_1483 IMG_1023

We also fell in love with the fauna and flora that we experienced in our travels around the area.

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Here we are 10 years later and our situation in life has changed.  I have been forced to retire because of my medical condition and difficult decisions must be made.  With the loss of a significant portion of our income we felt that it was best to try and sell our property in New Mexico.  When we listed our property for sale we had a tenant occupying the house so we were shielded from a major portion of the expenses but now the tenant has vacated the property.

I travelled there this past weekend to perform an exit inspection for the tenant and discuss the sale of the property with the realtor.  Mentally I think we have been distancing our selves from the love affair we had with New Mexico and when I drove into town I felt the disconnect that had occurred in my mind.  I have never really been able to quite put my finger on the societal dynamics of Silver City.  It is a city that appears to be a little rough around the edges, even appearing a little run down, yet every time we go there we find some new commercial property being built.  This town is by no means a dying town oppressed by poverty.  When I discussed this with our realtor, Patrict Conlin, who settled in Silver City from Chicago some 16 years ago, he informed me that the population consists of business people, artist, ranchers, retirees, old hippies, and red necks; and somehow they all have figured out how to get along.  I suspect it is the isolation.  The nearest metropolitan areas are Las Cruses at 2.5 hours or Tucson at 3 hours.  These people have learned how to make do with what they have.

As for my trip this time, I arrived early afternoon on Thursday, I spent all day there Friday, and I left on Saturday morning.  I met with the people I had to see, and visited with some acquaintances that we made and like every time before the magic started to take hold.  By the time I drove out of town on Saturday morning I was wondering if it was the best decision for us to write off this town.  Is there any way to make this town work for us?  I don’t know.  But God is faithful to provide.  As I see this story line of ours written on the sands of time being washed up on the shores of eternity I ask myself who are we that God should care about us.  So while I made my way home across the deserts and observed the many abandoned aspirations of those that have passed this way before, I felt okay.  If this sand castle, made with the sweat of our brow, is to survive it will be by God’s hand and He will guard it against the rising tide and the waves from washing it away.

Chicken Little

I remember as a child hearing the story of “Chicken Little” read to me and I am sure that I read it to my own children.  But when I asked my granddaughter if she knew about “Chicken Little” she said sure, “it is about a chicken that stepped on a piece of gum when it crossed the road and it’s pants fell down”  (Disney Bedtime Favorites – A treasury of Tales © 2007).  Huh???  What I remember from my childhood is the story of a chicken that got hit in the head with a nut falling out of a tree and he proceeded to run around yelling hysterically, the sky is falling, the sky is falling.  Maybe that explains it!  If you keep telling the story incorrectly long enough, a generation will loose out on the simple principles that can be learned from bed time stories and embrace silly nonsense.

Case in point, the Washington Times ran a story about NASA and NOAA using deceptive methods to support the premise that there is global warming.  The NASA and NOAA reports that July of 2015 was the hottest on record since they started recording temperatures in 1880.  NOAA calculated that July 2015 high temperatures beat their recorded high in 1998 by .08 degrees Celsius.  Where as the NASA calculated that July 2015 beat their previous recorded high of July 2011 by .02 degrees Celsius.

My first question is why are these two government agencies so far off in their calculations.  One claims a record high in 1998 and the other claims a high in 2011.  Then I ask myself how these government agencies, who can calculate the trajectory of a space craft to do a fly by of Pluto (the furthest known planet in our solar system), be so far off in their calculated differences.  Their differences of six one hundredths and 13 years, would have put their space craft in a different galaxy.

My second question is how are we to believe any government agency, when we have been repeatedly feed bogus numbers by them to support whatever they would have us believe and specifically in regards to data supporting the theory of global warming.  I know the chances of putting my trust in God, who created the universe and has promised to permanently sustain it for the duration of His will, are better founded than the speculations by finite human beings telling me the world is going to be uninhabitable from global warming.

Well, there, I’ve said it.  I am a denier of the hoax known as global warming.  Now, can I look at the bright side?  There is always a bright side.  I have just confirmed my reservations for a cot at the FEMA re-education camp. Can I have a room with a view overlooking the desert?  I love desert landscapes.

“Some Beach” – Moments

I think we have all experienced a few “Some Beach” moments in the context of the second verse of Blake Shelton’s song by the same title.  The gall of some drivers.  Really, I don’t know how they safely drive down public streets with their blinders on and then to manage to drive across the parking lot without running over some pedestrians.

My “Some Beach” moment today happened in the Costco parking lot.  As it is Costco is a little stingy on their handicap parking spaces so when I saw a space about to open up in close proximity to the store entrance I pulled over to the side of the traffic lane to wait for the previous occupant to back out.  In trying to being courteous to other drivers I gave enough room for the cars to get by me while I waited.  As it would turn out just as the driver backed their car out a car came up behind me, passed me by and proceeded to pull in the space with me on their tail laying on my horn.  Really? You didn’t see me waiting for that space?  And you couldn’t figure out what I was blowing my horn for?  The only thing I can ascertain is that at some point in your up bringing you fell out of the “Stupid Tree” and hit every branch on the way down.

I, on the other hand, try to be observant when I am driving thru a parking lot and if I see someone pulled over to the side I come to the conclusion that they are waiting for the car pulling out of the space in front of them to clear so they can pull in.  I DO NOT assume they are holding the space for me.

Don’t be a rude driver.  Lets all try and be more courteous to each other when we are driving so we can enjoy our Margarita when we get home.

“Some Beach” by Blake Shelton
Driving down the interstate
Running thirty minutes late
Singing Margaritaville and minding my own
Some foreign car driver dude with the road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone
He started yelling at me like I did something wrong
He flipped me the bird an’ then he was gone

Some beach
There’s a big umbrella casting shade over a empty chair
Palm trees are growing and a warm breezes a blowing
I picture myself right there
On Some beach, somewhere

I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck
A man with a big cigar was getting into his car
I stopped and I waited for him to back up
From out of no where a Mercedes Benz
Came cruising up and whipped right in

Some beach
There’s no where to go when you got all day to get there
There’s cold margaritas and hot Senioritas smiling with long dark hair
On some beach

I sat in that waiting room
It seemed like all afternoon
The nurse finally said doc’s ready for you
you’re not gonna feel a thing we’ll give you some novocain
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
And he started drilling before I was numb

Some beach
There’s a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphere
There’s music and dancing and lovers romancing
In the salty evening air
On some beach
On some beach, somewhere

Revenge of a Jackass

I always try and live by the motto of “What goes around comes around”. I have enjoyed my share of just deserts but I have always tried to be tolerant of my neighbors. I aways find it amusing when developers build a new community next to a stinky barnyard and then expect the farmer to move because he stinks. Here is a story of the “farmer” getting the last laugh.

The happy Quitter!


I don’t know anything about baseball, but I know a thing or two about victories.

Once upon a time, there was a guy named Bob. He married young, worked hard and it took him only a few years and he was able to buy some land.

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