Finding Richard at

Which way did he go? Where has he been? Where is he headed? So many questions . . ..

Legal Issues for Homesteaders and Farmers

Source: Legal Issues for Homesteaders and Farmers

For those of you thinking of moving to the country to raise a living for your family, you need to read this article over at How to Provide — just to determine if you wish to adopt the mindset necessary to deal with government agents when they appear on your property.

We have family members with personal experience with this.  They were out working in their garden when they saw armed men in dark clothing strolling across their ten acres.  When they confronted them about it, they were told that – because they live with in 50 miles of the border with Canada – that Homeland Security has the right to “inspect” their property at will, unless it is fenced and posted.  What one federal agency takes upon itself, the rest soon adopt.

Then, there are corporate agents, who think themselves a power even above the agencies of mere mortals . . . Anyone ever heard of Monsanto and their “patented genetic materials?”


Puddle Duck Dreamin’

Christmas decorations are all back up in the garage’s “attic,” days are starting to get longer – and warmer – and, an old geek’s mind is starting to wander toward days to spend learning to sail in some unlikely-looking boxy little boats at the lake down the road.  Yep!  I’m Puddle Duck dreamin’ again!

Puddle Duck Racers are a loosely knit international class of low-cost racing dinghies that are usually home-built.  To facilitate participation by home builders and a high degree of experimentation, the developer of the class, David “Shorty” Routh, decided that the bottom 10″ of the boats should be as similar as practical (+/- 1/4″) for home boat builders, and that the rest should be left up to the individual builder.  There have been some evolutionary changes, but you are basically building an 8′ x 4′ flat-bottomed box boat.  The bottom has enough rocker to allow for planing performance under a modest sail rig — that is usually as homemade as the rest of the boat.


Start of the very first Puddle Duck “Regatta” Lake Woodlands, TX Feb. 28, 2004.  Hulls #1 & 2 pictured.

What you wind up with is a safe, light & stable 8′ boat to learn to sail in.  As you can see from the photo, even us “old guys” can have fun in them.  I’ve always been very enamored with sailing, but have never really learned how — other than playing deck monkey for other people on their boats.  I would also like to get John & Joe interested in sailing, as it is a sport that they can enjoy for the rest of their lives, and, sailing is also a means of traveling long distances relatively inexpensively — without being at the mercy of some multinational corporation.

I won’t go into all the details of my planning for the construction of these boats, but I’m going to do at least two ‘ducks from 1/4″ ACX plywood with fir strips for framing, and would really like to do a “PD-Goose” which is a 12’ version of the PDR.  The Goose is not class legal, but I think it would make a good car-top fishing boat for the local lakes, and could serve as a “committee boat” if we generate some interest in racing Puddle Ducks in the local area.

If you want more information about the Puddle Duck Racer, please go to the class pages maintained at  Their is an extensive site map, as well as a good site-specific Google search on several of the index pages.  By all means, go on over and take a look around.  Shorty and the other ‘duckers have amassed a wealth of information on building, equipping and sailing the Puddle Duck Racer.   Who knows?  We might wind up fighting for position approaching the windward mark someday.  =;)


8 World War II Survival Lessons We Must Never Forget

Spotted this at Paleotool’s Weblog, and decided to re-post it myself, as this is a good reminder for those of us who have strayed far from our roots. My parents worked for the Army Coast Watch during WWII.  My Mom and my Aunt were both observers, while Dad was one of the drivers.  Mom always planted a full acre of garden and had both chickens and pigs.  We ran a grade “B” dairy with thirteen cows, and Dad fished in the Summer.  Yeah, they put in long hours, yet — they always seemed to have time for us boys.  We grew up either playing in their shadows as they worked, or learning to work right alongside them.  I wish I had the chance to do the same with my kids today . . .


Source: 8 World War II Survival Lessons We Must Never Forget

How to take your Mora Classic N.1 to the next bushcraft level

Mattia over at Wild Tuscany Survival did a great little article on modifying the standard Mora knife for bushcraft use. I love these knives, because they are tough, will take & hold a razor edge, and you can buy about ten of them for what you would pay for a single copy of one of the knives being marketed for “survival” or “bush craft.”  Heck, you can buy four of the Mora Military knives for what one K-Bar will set you back — without any of the commemorative engraving.  Go ahead and buy a couple.  You’ll want one in each vehicle and a spare in your pack – along with a ferrite rod and other survival basics. These are the everyday belt knives in Sweden and a kissing cousin to the famous Finnish Puuku that was so feared by the Russian and German invaders.  These may not be as “sexy” as a K-Bar or a Ramboesque “survival” knife, but they get the job done and you won’t have to hock your firstborn to get one.

Wild Tuscany Bushcraft


The knife

Mora knives (the brand name is Morakniv®) are actually a must-have for any true bushcraft lovers: these knives are simple, practical with excellent cutting properties at very inexpensive prices.
Recently Morakniv® has also developed a new line of knives with great attention to the bushcraft world, if you are interested go to this page
But two of the most popular bushcraft knives of Mora of Sweden are the oldest Mora models: the Mora Classic Number 1 and 2.
If your haven’t in your equipment one these knives, i must say… buy it! 

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Or, yet, even!

Maybe — someday — I’ll get the hang of this blogging stuff and get a little more regular about content creation.

Been a busy seven months.  Work was crazy – but it always has been (I’m now under three years until *RETIREMENT*!! Yay!!) – and, unfortunately, there’s been lots of personal drama.  Please pardon me for refraining from over-sharing . . .

Still madly in love with my beautiful bride.  Still love my kids & grandkids.  Still ADD – dang it!  Still have more interests than time to participate in them.

Have had a few mini adventures.  Like the one where I grabbed the photo below while we were stopped for a red light on Alaskan Way:

Seattle Wheel Sunset 01-02-2016 © 2016 Richard Weeks Photography

Seattle Wheel Sunset 01-02-2016 © 2016 Richard Weeks Photography

One of James’ friends, JillyAnna, had taken us to brunch at the Space Needle.   It was our first trip to the SkyCity restaurant, and we had a ball.  You definitely pay for the venue, but both the food and service are excellent.  We were blessed with one of those rare PNW Winter days where it was crystal clear blue sky from horizon to horizon with just enough mist in the valleys to set them apart and make the views look like an incredible work of art.  John & Joe were on their best behavior and had a great time.  Jilly is one of those people that you just love to be around.  Always so nice and full of fun.  We had met up with her and her little brother at the WinterFest skating rink on the prior weekend so they could try ice skating with John & Joe.  Mom & I took the prudent route and sat it out.  I watched the pile of stuff at a table, while Brenda took care of photographer duties.  They skated until they were worn out.  Ice skating is something that we don’t get much chance to do, here on the Wet side of Washington state.  I’m glad that they had such a great time.

Spent a week in September up on the Skagit River with Dave & Susie and family fishing for salmon.

It had been warm & dry all Spring & Summer, but when you are camping and fishing — it just has to be cold & rainy, right?   No worries!  We had a great time, anyway!

River, family, fish, great food, lots of fun — does it get any better?


As you can see, we went to the big game between Sedro-Woolley and Mt. Baker so we could see Dillon playing in the band.  The rain that night was brutal.  There were a couple times that you couldn’t see what was happening on the field, the horizontal rain was so thick.  It wasn’t all that way, as you can see from the shots on the far right, we had a couple days of really nice weather.

BTW — You young guys out there: If you find a woman who will clean the fish you catch, marry the girl.  She’s a keeper. 🙂

No, I Didn’t Drop off the Face of the Planet Again

I’m into week #3 of a nasty virus we have going around up here.  Thought it was my allergies going all Juramentado on me, but when I hit day 3 and nothing was putting a dent in it, I took myself off to the clinic.  Nope, not allergies, “just a really nasty virus that’s making the rounds.”   Spent the next six days flat on my back, popping Aleve, Mucinex and snorting Flonase.  Finally got well enough to come back to work last Monday.  Walked into a big project that allows me to be stashed away in a basement equipment room for the next couple weeks.  Thank God!  I don’t mind sharing, but I think my co-workers will gladly take a pass on this one.

Now, if me and my beautiful lady wife can just shake it.   The boys have managed to dodge the bullet on this one. (Thank you, Lord!)

I hate being sick in the Summer!  Especially when the weather is being uncharacteristically beautiful (Even if it is a touch hot.) for the Great North Wet.

Learned the Answer Today to Something I’ve Been Wondering About . . .

Since shortly after I was diagnosed:

Do ADHD people have comprehensive and accurate memories of their childhood?

Some do, some only have “flashes” and some have eidetic memory (read High Definition motion-picture-quality recall).

I fall squarely in the “flashy” camp when it comes to memories of my childhood and early adulthood.

I only have flashes of most things and – with the exception of a few really strong memories of good things – my only “cinematic” memories are of traumatic events, or of things that I did/said that were particularly embarrassing to myself and those around me.

As far as I know, there hasn’t been any significant research on this facet of ADD/ADHD.  This was in an ADHD forum where a bunch of ADDers were comparing notes.  This particular forum appears to have gone dormant in 2012, so I will do some more searching and add notes at the end of this post when I find more information.

Some were worse off than me, only having a couple of flashes of any of their childhood, and one individual says he has vivid and cinematic memories clear back to six months of age.  May be.  Who am I to judge?

I know that I was fortunate to be born to good and loving parents with four older brothers who loved me like doting uncles, I grew up in a magical place among extended family, and that I had a pretty good childhood.  BUT,  I can barely remember any of it.   And, sometimes – when I can’t remember something that I really want to remember – my ADDled brain will make stuff up.  My brothers are always having to correct me on stuff that “I know  I know.”

There’s nothing like not being able to trust your own mind . . .

More on the ability to recall childhood memory at ADDForums.  This is the forum set that appears to have gone dormant.  I’ll continue to search.

Should be at the Beach or Doing Something – Anything – Productive . . . But . . .

I’m sitting here at my little laptop and hiding from the heat (84F).

I did make omelettes for Brenda, John, and myself for breakfast.  Brenda took over to make Joe’s scrambled eggs.

So much to do.

So little motivation.

I’ve been worn-out since last weekend.

Being a real slime-ball.

Gotta find some energy, somewhere.

“ADD is a FICTITIOUS Disease Said its Inventor Before His Death”

This one is P. A. I. N.

Has me on the hot seat again — four years after my diagnosis.

This has been blasted all over the Internet, and my work is back to treating me like ADD “really isn’t a thing.”

According to Snopes, this statement is only partially true and rests solely on a statement – taken out of context – translated from a German magazine article by digital translation software. (ADHD is a prime example of a fictitious disease.”)

Actually, what he was saying was that many of the children prescribed Ritalin and other stimulant-based ADD meds don’t, in fact, have abnormal dopamine metabolism — which makes those prescriptions inappropriate for them.


Just need to make it two more years . . .

WOW! Has it really been almost TWO years?

  • Wow!

Oh, I already said that, huh?

Let’s see . . . What has changed?

Didn’t make it up to the Island last year.

The Honda was stolen.

Never did get my project truck on the road.

Junked it when I bought an actual running truck from my next door neighbor.

I’m still ADD.

I’m pushing sixty and trying to hold onto my job.  (My wife and children appear to prefer living indoors and eating regular.)

I’m finally getting rolling on getting back into woodworking.

  • I have a workbench
    • I can actually get to it.
    • But, it does need to be cleaned off before I can do anything productive.

Life just keeps on rolling.

I hope to update this with much more regularity.

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