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Hold on to yer hats, April is out for delivery! 🙏❤️", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers", "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1752761660516339712", "published": "2025-03-29T16:49:04+00:00", "inReplyTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1752759539717660672", "source": { "content": "Wow! Can you believe we are already on the last weekend of March! Hold on to yer hats, April is out for delivery! 🙏❤️", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1752761660516339712/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1752759539717660672", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "Keeping Your Cool When the Lights Go Out<br />When the power cuts out, and sooner or later it will, the first thing most folks fret over is the fridge and freezer. You can almost hear the groan echoing across the hills as folks picture a heap of spoiled meat and wasted harvest. But here is the truth: it just takes a little know-how and prep. Modern freezers are tougher than they look, and your fridge can be too if you play it smart.<br /><br />First things first. Get yourself a good thermometer for each box. Cheap stick-on ones are fine, but I prefer mercury for accuracy. Don’t play the guessing game or rely on the old hand-on-the-lid trick. Knowing your temps is the difference between staying calm and spiraling. Put them in today, not after the lights go out.<br /><br />First, the Freezer<br /><br />Most freezers, left closed, will hold that sweet spot of zero degrees for two to three days without power. That is plenty of time to ride out most outages. Even stretched past that, most will stay under twenty degrees for more than a week. At those temps, your food is very safe.<br /><br />So, leave the lid closed. Say it with me now. LEAVE THE LID CLOSED! Every time you open it, you trade cold for curiosity. And curiosity is not worth a freezer full of spoiled meat.<br /><br />If your freezer is only half full, you will lose cold twice as fast. The fuller it is, the longer it holds. I'll keep frozen jugs of water if there is empty space. Old milk jugs, juice bottles, whatever is handy. Sometimes I freeze odds and ends right into the water just to make use of the space. (Good place for credit cards and silver coins. You cannot spend them until you thaw them.)<br /><br />Every ten pounds of solid ice will buy you about another twenty-four hours of holding time. One gallon jug is about eight pounds. If you have an upright freezer, stack those ice blocks on the top shelves. Cold air sinks, and warm air sneaks in from above.<br /><br />Here is a bit of freezer wisdom worth remembering. Freezing does not kill germs, it just puts them to sleep. If you freeze something already turning, it will pick up right where it left off when you thaw it. Lesson being: freeze food while it is still fresh, not when it has been sitting around a few days.<br /><br />On re-freezing: if your meat or poultry still has ice crystals or has stayed fridge-cold, it is safe to refreeze. It might not be quite as pretty when you cook it, but it will be safe to eat. Anything that has been swimming in raw meat juice and is not heading straight to the cookpot? Best to toss it. Do not take chances.<br /><br />Do I Need Backup Power?<br /><br />Between us, I find backup power more useful for the refrigerator. The freezer will hold for days, a week if you leave it alone. But the fridge is not so generous. Left shut, most fridges hold safe temps for about a half-day. Open it once or twice and the cold vanishes fast. With no power, it will not come back.<br /><br />One trick that buys time is ice. Put a pair of one-gallon jugs of frozen water on the top shelf. That will stretch you another half-day,maybe a little more, just from the cold mass alone, as long as you do not open the door.<br /><br />If you want an easy backup power setup, a lithium solar battery, sometimes sold as a solar generator, is about as simple as it gets. Brands like Jackery, Bluetti, and others all make them. If you shoot for a half-day on battery and a half-day holding temp, you have got a 24-hour cycle. Need more? recharge the battery while the fridge is coasting the next half day.<br /><br />These lithium packs are sold by watt-hours. A 1,000-watt-hour unit will cover the half-day shift and runs about 800 to 1,000 dollars. A 1,500 to 2,000-watt-hour unit will push you to a full day and costs around 1,800 to 2,000 dollars. You are definitely paying for convenience. Set it beside the fridge, plug it in, and you are running. After that, it is just a matter of keeping it charged.<br /><br />If you do not mind getting hands-on, here is how to do it on the cheap. For the same half-day cycle, you need is a 100-amp-hour lead-acid RV battery and a 2,000-watt inverter. While the fridge is holding, you recharge the battery for its next shift. As of April 2025, a setup like this runs about 300 to 500 dollars.<br /><br />Truth is, 90 percent of outages will resolve well within your appliance’s holding times. If you want to cover the rest, a half-day battery on the fridge with a way to recharge makes a lot of sense, no matter how you do it.<br /><br />Charging for Extended Outages<br /><br />If you are planning for more than a day down, you will need a way to recharge your backup battery.<br /><br />Yes, I live off-grid. <br />No, I would not rely on solar panels for this. They are too slow, and let's be honest, the sun does not always shine when you need it. Do you really want to risk your fridge of food because it is cloudy today?<br /><br />Here is a practical note. Solar panels do about 80 percent of their work between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. Outside those hours, they do not offer much help.<br /><br />If you have read this far, I will bet you already own a small generator, or two. In a pinch, jumper cables and a pickup truck will work just fine too. I have put the battery in the truck and charged it on the way into town. I spent a summer up in the boonies running on a pair of batteries this way. One on duty, one in the truck charging.<br /><br />Final Word<br /><br />At the end of the day, don't let a power outage steal your peace. A little preparation and you will be just fine and keep your cool. The next time the lights go out, you will be sitting by the stove, coffee in hand, smiling because your hard-won provisions are safe and sound.<br /><br />— SourdoughSam", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1752759539717660672", "published": "2025-03-29T16:40:38+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1752758947128811520/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 779, "width": 1024 } ], "source": { "content": "Keeping Your Cool When the Lights Go Out\nWhen the power cuts out, and sooner or later it will, the first thing most folks fret over is the fridge and freezer. You can almost hear the groan echoing across the hills as folks picture a heap of spoiled meat and wasted harvest. But here is the truth: it just takes a little know-how and prep. Modern freezers are tougher than they look, and your fridge can be too if you play it smart.\n\nFirst things first. Get yourself a good thermometer for each box. Cheap stick-on ones are fine, but I prefer mercury for accuracy. Don’t play the guessing game or rely on the old hand-on-the-lid trick. Knowing your temps is the difference between staying calm and spiraling. Put them in today, not after the lights go out.\n\nFirst, the Freezer\n\nMost freezers, left closed, will hold that sweet spot of zero degrees for two to three days without power. That is plenty of time to ride out most outages. Even stretched past that, most will stay under twenty degrees for more than a week. At those temps, your food is very safe.\n\nSo, leave the lid closed. Say it with me now. LEAVE THE LID CLOSED! Every time you open it, you trade cold for curiosity. And curiosity is not worth a freezer full of spoiled meat.\n\nIf your freezer is only half full, you will lose cold twice as fast. The fuller it is, the longer it holds. I'll keep frozen jugs of water if there is empty space. Old milk jugs, juice bottles, whatever is handy. Sometimes I freeze odds and ends right into the water just to make use of the space. (Good place for credit cards and silver coins. You cannot spend them until you thaw them.)\n\nEvery ten pounds of solid ice will buy you about another twenty-four hours of holding time. One gallon jug is about eight pounds. If you have an upright freezer, stack those ice blocks on the top shelves. Cold air sinks, and warm air sneaks in from above.\n\nHere is a bit of freezer wisdom worth remembering. Freezing does not kill germs, it just puts them to sleep. If you freeze something already turning, it will pick up right where it left off when you thaw it. Lesson being: freeze food while it is still fresh, not when it has been sitting around a few days.\n\nOn re-freezing: if your meat or poultry still has ice crystals or has stayed fridge-cold, it is safe to refreeze. It might not be quite as pretty when you cook it, but it will be safe to eat. Anything that has been swimming in raw meat juice and is not heading straight to the cookpot? Best to toss it. Do not take chances.\n\nDo I Need Backup Power?\n\nBetween us, I find backup power more useful for the refrigerator. The freezer will hold for days, a week if you leave it alone. But the fridge is not so generous. Left shut, most fridges hold safe temps for about a half-day. Open it once or twice and the cold vanishes fast. With no power, it will not come back.\n\nOne trick that buys time is ice. Put a pair of one-gallon jugs of frozen water on the top shelf. That will stretch you another half-day,maybe a little more, just from the cold mass alone, as long as you do not open the door.\n\nIf you want an easy backup power setup, a lithium solar battery, sometimes sold as a solar generator, is about as simple as it gets. Brands like Jackery, Bluetti, and others all make them. If you shoot for a half-day on battery and a half-day holding temp, you have got a 24-hour cycle. Need more? recharge the battery while the fridge is coasting the next half day.\n\nThese lithium packs are sold by watt-hours. A 1,000-watt-hour unit will cover the half-day shift and runs about 800 to 1,000 dollars. A 1,500 to 2,000-watt-hour unit will push you to a full day and costs around 1,800 to 2,000 dollars. You are definitely paying for convenience. Set it beside the fridge, plug it in, and you are running. After that, it is just a matter of keeping it charged.\n\nIf you do not mind getting hands-on, here is how to do it on the cheap. For the same half-day cycle, you need is a 100-amp-hour lead-acid RV battery and a 2,000-watt inverter. While the fridge is holding, you recharge the battery for its next shift. As of April 2025, a setup like this runs about 300 to 500 dollars.\n\nTruth is, 90 percent of outages will resolve well within your appliance’s holding times. If you want to cover the rest, a half-day battery on the fridge with a way to recharge makes a lot of sense, no matter how you do it.\n\nCharging for Extended Outages\n\nIf you are planning for more than a day down, you will need a way to recharge your backup battery.\n\nYes, I live off-grid. \nNo, I would not rely on solar panels for this. They are too slow, and let's be honest, the sun does not always shine when you need it. Do you really want to risk your fridge of food because it is cloudy today?\n\nHere is a practical note. Solar panels do about 80 percent of their work between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. Outside those hours, they do not offer much help.\n\nIf you have read this far, I will bet you already own a small generator, or two. In a pinch, jumper cables and a pickup truck will work just fine too. I have put the battery in the truck and charged it on the way into town. I spent a summer up in the boonies running on a pair of batteries this way. One on duty, one in the truck charging.\n\nFinal Word\n\nAt the end of the day, don't let a power outage steal your peace. A little preparation and you will be just fine and keep your cool. The next time the lights go out, you will be sitting by the stove, coffee in hand, smiling because your hard-won provisions are safe and sound.\n\n— SourdoughSam", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1752759539717660672/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1750155727579648000", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "The Weight of Friendship<br />Cold March morning up here in the Sierra. A real bone-chiller, the kind that settles in raw and deep and makes your bones creak just getting out of bed. Outside, the wind is howling across the ridge, roaring through the pines like it’s on a mission to rip them loose. Hard, beady snow whips sideways through the porch light as I crack the door to peek at the old thermometer. Says nineteen, with that wind, it bites like zero.<br /><br />I settle back inside, wrap up in my favorite cabin blanket, and wait for the fire to convince the chill it’s time to move along. My fingers curl around a steaming mug of go-get-um. Steam drifts into the lamplight, swirling away like my thoughts. That first slow sip, smooth as worn saddle leather and strong enough to float a horseshoe! Bless the Colombians. My fingers, and my brain are coming back to life.<br /><br />Now the gears begin a slow turn.<br /><br />Been thinking a lot lately about friendships. Turned 66 last week. A lot of my old crew didn’t make it this far. Bad hearts, bad luck, or just time doing its job. The ones still left, I can count on one hand. I don’t really see that as a bad thing. I’ve always kept the gate high for who gets to walk through it.<br /><br />Whether it’s a weekend hunt, an evening of cards, or just catching up on the phone, you learn a lot by how you feel when it’s over. Some friendships fill your cup. You walk away feeling lighter, like the world fits better around you. No performance, no tiptoeing. Just the easy kind of calm where even your flaws feel understood.<br /><br />I think about the last hunt I shared with my buddy Jim. We'd been chasing elk and blacktail around the Oregon coast range every season together for more than 20 years. Two days in the saddle to get up to our favorite camp, hauling horses and gear up slopes that would make a mountain goat cuss. Come evening, campfire talk came easy. His grandson’s first fish. The summer I wrecked Dad’s truck. Long pauses between words as we shared the fire and a bottle of something-or-other. Never uncomfortable, never strained. We didn’t come home with an elk that trip, but we sure didn’t come home empty either. We didn't know that would be our last ride together. When we loaded up and parted at the trailhead, I drove off with that quiet kind of warmth. The world felt steadier. The ground felt more solid. That’s the kind of bond you haul through life like a good pack. Worn in. Built to last.<br /><br />Then there’s the other sort.<br /><br />A while back, I ran in to a guy I've known for a long time. Call him Dale. We go way back to the eighties. He invited me over for a few hands of cards at his place. Conversation seemed a lot of work. I tried to lighten things up with some humor, nothing sharp, but it was landing with a thud. On the drive home, I found myself replaying everything I had said, trying to figure out what went sideways. Next time I saw him, he was colder than this March wind. No explanation. Just distance.<br /><br />I have lived long enough to know which kind I would rather carry.<br /><br />I want the kind of friendship where my name is safe when I am not in the room. Where my stumbles, forgetting a birthday or mouthing off when the whiskey is talking, get a nod and a grin, not turned into some story passed around like cheap change. I want the kind where I do not have to drive home wondering if I made a fool of myself. Where I am not bracing for the next cold shoulder over something I never saw coming.<br /><br />Friendship should be a refuge, not a test. A place where you can bring your whole self, complicated, messy, flawed, human, and still be met with love, respect, and acceptance.<br /><br />So these days, I measure friendship not by how long it has lasted, or how many favors we have traded, but by the weight it leaves behind when we part...<br /><br />If I walk away feeling lighter, then that is a friendship worth keeping.<br /><br />And if I do not? Well, life is too short to carry that kind of weight.<br /><br />Last sip of go-juice. The fire has finally got the upper hand and it's time to get off my duff and get something done.<br /><br />Here’s to the Jims. Quiet anchors in a noisy world. May your road carry more of them, and fewer of the rest. <br /><br />Take care out there and enjoy your first weekend of Spring.<br /><br />--SourdoughSam 💚", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1750155727579648000", "published": "2025-03-22T12:14:01+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://www.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1750155384779182080/xlarge/?jwtsig=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJleHAiOjE3NDg3MzYwMDAsInVyaSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lm1pbmRzLmNvbS9mcy92MS90aHVtYm5haWwvMTc1MDE1NTM4NDc3OTE4MjA4MC94bGFyZ2UvIiwidXNlcl9ndWlkIjpudWxsfQ.QeWbiRe8xqshL8YGeJkJQ31uBZgVkFFrx5eATWD3Pl8", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 1024, "width": 1024 } ], "source": { "content": "The Weight of Friendship\nCold March morning up here in the Sierra. A real bone-chiller, the kind that settles in raw and deep and makes your bones creak just getting out of bed. Outside, the wind is howling across the ridge, roaring through the pines like it’s on a mission to rip them loose. Hard, beady snow whips sideways through the porch light as I crack the door to peek at the old thermometer. Says nineteen, with that wind, it bites like zero.\n\nI settle back inside, wrap up in my favorite cabin blanket, and wait for the fire to convince the chill it’s time to move along. My fingers curl around a steaming mug of go-get-um. Steam drifts into the lamplight, swirling away like my thoughts. That first slow sip, smooth as worn saddle leather and strong enough to float a horseshoe! Bless the Colombians. My fingers, and my brain are coming back to life.\n\nNow the gears begin a slow turn.\n\nBeen thinking a lot lately about friendships. Turned 66 last week. A lot of my old crew didn’t make it this far. Bad hearts, bad luck, or just time doing its job. The ones still left, I can count on one hand. I don’t really see that as a bad thing. I’ve always kept the gate high for who gets to walk through it.\n\nWhether it’s a weekend hunt, an evening of cards, or just catching up on the phone, you learn a lot by how you feel when it’s over. Some friendships fill your cup. You walk away feeling lighter, like the world fits better around you. No performance, no tiptoeing. Just the easy kind of calm where even your flaws feel understood.\n\nI think about the last hunt I shared with my buddy Jim. We'd been chasing elk and blacktail around the Oregon coast range every season together for more than 20 years. Two days in the saddle to get up to our favorite camp, hauling horses and gear up slopes that would make a mountain goat cuss. Come evening, campfire talk came easy. His grandson’s first fish. The summer I wrecked Dad’s truck. Long pauses between words as we shared the fire and a bottle of something-or-other. Never uncomfortable, never strained. We didn’t come home with an elk that trip, but we sure didn’t come home empty either. We didn't know that would be our last ride together. When we loaded up and parted at the trailhead, I drove off with that quiet kind of warmth. The world felt steadier. The ground felt more solid. That’s the kind of bond you haul through life like a good pack. Worn in. Built to last.\n\nThen there’s the other sort.\n\nA while back, I ran in to a guy I've known for a long time. Call him Dale. We go way back to the eighties. He invited me over for a few hands of cards at his place. Conversation seemed a lot of work. I tried to lighten things up with some humor, nothing sharp, but it was landing with a thud. On the drive home, I found myself replaying everything I had said, trying to figure out what went sideways. Next time I saw him, he was colder than this March wind. No explanation. Just distance.\n\nI have lived long enough to know which kind I would rather carry.\n\nI want the kind of friendship where my name is safe when I am not in the room. Where my stumbles, forgetting a birthday or mouthing off when the whiskey is talking, get a nod and a grin, not turned into some story passed around like cheap change. I want the kind where I do not have to drive home wondering if I made a fool of myself. Where I am not bracing for the next cold shoulder over something I never saw coming.\n\nFriendship should be a refuge, not a test. A place where you can bring your whole self, complicated, messy, flawed, human, and still be met with love, respect, and acceptance.\n\nSo these days, I measure friendship not by how long it has lasted, or how many favors we have traded, but by the weight it leaves behind when we part...\n\nIf I walk away feeling lighter, then that is a friendship worth keeping.\n\nAnd if I do not? Well, life is too short to carry that kind of weight.\n\nLast sip of go-juice. The fire has finally got the upper hand and it's time to get off my duff and get something done.\n\nHere’s to the Jims. Quiet anchors in a noisy world. May your road carry more of them, and fewer of the rest. \n\nTake care out there and enjoy your first weekend of Spring.\n\n--SourdoughSam 💚", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1750155727579648000/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1750152481284820992", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "The Weight of Friendship (Long Read)<br />Cold March morning up here in the Sierra. A real bone-chiller, the kind that settles in raw and deep and makes your bones creak just getting out of bed. Outside, the wind is howling across the ridge, roaring through the pines like it’s on a mission to rip them loose. Hard, beady snow whips sideways through the porch light as I crack the door to peek at the old thermometer. Says nineteen, with that wind, it bites like zero.<br /><br />I settle back inside, wrap up in my favorite cabin blanket, and wait for the fire to convince the chill it’s time to move along. My fingers curl around a steaming mug of go-get-um. Steam drifts into the lamplight, swirling away like my thoughts. That first slow sip, smooth as worn saddle leather and strong enough to float a horseshoe! Bless the Colombians. My fingers, and my brain are coming back to life.<br /><br />Now the gears begin a slow turn.<br /><br />Been thinking a lot lately about friendships. Turned 66 last week. A lot of my old crew didn’t make it this far. Bad hearts, bad luck, or just time doing its job. The ones still left, I can count on one hand. I don’t really see that as a bad thing. I’ve always kept the gate high for who gets to walk through it.<br /><br />Whether it’s a weekend hunt, an evening of cards, or just catching up on the phone, you learn a lot by how you feel when it’s over. Some friendships fill your cup. You walk away feeling lighter, like the world fits better around you. No performance, no tiptoeing. Just the easy kind of calm where even your flaws feel understood.<br /><br />I think about the last hunt I shared with my buddy Jim. We'd been chasing elk and blacktail around the Oregon coast range every season together for more than 20 years. Two days in the saddle to get up to our favorite camp, hauling horses and gear up slopes that would make a mountain goat cuss. Come evening, campfire talk came easy. His grandson’s first fish. The summer I wrecked Dad’s truck. Long pauses between words as we shared the fire and a bottle of something-or-other. Never uncomfortable, never strained. We didn’t come home with an elk that trip, but we sure didn’t come home empty either. We didn't know that would be our last ride together. When we loaded up and parted at the trailhead, I drove off with that quiet kind of warmth. The world felt steadier. The ground felt more solid. That’s the kind of bond you haul through life like a good pack. Worn in. Built to last.<br /><br />Then there’s the other sort.<br /><br />A while back, I ran in to a guy I've known for a long time. Call him Dale. We go way back to the eighties. He invited me over for a few hands of cards at his place. Conversation seemed a lot of work. I tried to lighten things up with some humor, nothing sharp, but it was landing with a thud. On the drive home, I found myself replaying everything I had said, trying to figure out what went sideways. Next time I saw him, he was colder than this March wind. No explanation. Just distance.<br /><br />I have lived long enough to know which kind I would rather carry.<br /><br />I want the kind of friendship where my name is safe when I am not in the room. Where my stumbles, forgetting a birthday or mouthing off when the whiskey is talking, get a nod and a grin, not turned into some story passed around like cheap change. I want the kind where I do not have to drive home wondering if I made a fool of myself. Where I am not bracing for the next cold shoulder over something I never saw coming.<br /><br />Friendship should be a refuge, not a test. A place where you can bring your whole self, complicated, messy, flawed, human, and still be met with love, respect, and acceptance.<br /><br />So these days, I measure friendship not by how long it has lasted, or how many favors we have traded, but by the weight it leaves behind when we part...<br /><br />If I walk away feeling lighter, then that is a friendship worth keeping.<br /><br />And if I do not? Well, life is too short to carry that kind of weight.<br /><br />Last sip of go-juice. The fire has finally got the upper hand and it's time to get off my duff and get something done.<br /><br />Here’s to the Jims. Quiet anchors in a noisy world. May your road carry more of them, and fewer of the rest. <br /><br />Take care out there and enjoy your first weekend of Spring.<br /><br />--SourdoughSam 💚<br />", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1750152481284820992", "published": "2025-03-22T12:01:07+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1750150463577133056/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 1024, "width": 1024 } ], "source": { "content": "The Weight of Friendship (Long Read)\nCold March morning up here in the Sierra. A real bone-chiller, the kind that settles in raw and deep and makes your bones creak just getting out of bed. Outside, the wind is howling across the ridge, roaring through the pines like it’s on a mission to rip them loose. Hard, beady snow whips sideways through the porch light as I crack the door to peek at the old thermometer. Says nineteen, with that wind, it bites like zero.\n\nI settle back inside, wrap up in my favorite cabin blanket, and wait for the fire to convince the chill it’s time to move along. My fingers curl around a steaming mug of go-get-um. Steam drifts into the lamplight, swirling away like my thoughts. That first slow sip, smooth as worn saddle leather and strong enough to float a horseshoe! Bless the Colombians. My fingers, and my brain are coming back to life.\n\nNow the gears begin a slow turn.\n\nBeen thinking a lot lately about friendships. Turned 66 last week. A lot of my old crew didn’t make it this far. Bad hearts, bad luck, or just time doing its job. The ones still left, I can count on one hand. I don’t really see that as a bad thing. I’ve always kept the gate high for who gets to walk through it.\n\nWhether it’s a weekend hunt, an evening of cards, or just catching up on the phone, you learn a lot by how you feel when it’s over. Some friendships fill your cup. You walk away feeling lighter, like the world fits better around you. No performance, no tiptoeing. Just the easy kind of calm where even your flaws feel understood.\n\nI think about the last hunt I shared with my buddy Jim. We'd been chasing elk and blacktail around the Oregon coast range every season together for more than 20 years. Two days in the saddle to get up to our favorite camp, hauling horses and gear up slopes that would make a mountain goat cuss. Come evening, campfire talk came easy. His grandson’s first fish. The summer I wrecked Dad’s truck. Long pauses between words as we shared the fire and a bottle of something-or-other. Never uncomfortable, never strained. We didn’t come home with an elk that trip, but we sure didn’t come home empty either. We didn't know that would be our last ride together. When we loaded up and parted at the trailhead, I drove off with that quiet kind of warmth. The world felt steadier. The ground felt more solid. That’s the kind of bond you haul through life like a good pack. Worn in. Built to last.\n\nThen there’s the other sort.\n\nA while back, I ran in to a guy I've known for a long time. Call him Dale. We go way back to the eighties. He invited me over for a few hands of cards at his place. Conversation seemed a lot of work. I tried to lighten things up with some humor, nothing sharp, but it was landing with a thud. On the drive home, I found myself replaying everything I had said, trying to figure out what went sideways. Next time I saw him, he was colder than this March wind. No explanation. Just distance.\n\nI have lived long enough to know which kind I would rather carry.\n\nI want the kind of friendship where my name is safe when I am not in the room. Where my stumbles, forgetting a birthday or mouthing off when the whiskey is talking, get a nod and a grin, not turned into some story passed around like cheap change. I want the kind where I do not have to drive home wondering if I made a fool of myself. Where I am not bracing for the next cold shoulder over something I never saw coming.\n\nFriendship should be a refuge, not a test. A place where you can bring your whole self, complicated, messy, flawed, human, and still be met with love, respect, and acceptance.\n\nSo these days, I measure friendship not by how long it has lasted, or how many favors we have traded, but by the weight it leaves behind when we part...\n\nIf I walk away feeling lighter, then that is a friendship worth keeping.\n\nAnd if I do not? Well, life is too short to carry that kind of weight.\n\nLast sip of go-juice. The fire has finally got the upper hand and it's time to get off my duff and get something done.\n\nHere’s to the Jims. Quiet anchors in a noisy world. May your road carry more of them, and fewer of the rest. \n\nTake care out there and enjoy your first weekend of Spring.\n\n--SourdoughSam 💚\n", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1750152481284820992/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1744904491256012800", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "Happy Weekend! <br />💚", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1744904491256012800", "published": "2025-03-08T00:27:29+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://www.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1744904299349020672/xlarge/?jwtsig=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJleHAiOjE3NDg3MzYwMDAsInVyaSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lm1pbmRzLmNvbS9mcy92MS90aHVtYm5haWwvMTc0NDkwNDI5OTM0OTAyMDY3Mi94bGFyZ2UvIiwidXNlcl9ndWlkIjpudWxsfQ.DpEeST4lj3pcEri8oWIiziiDZUfdTtvCuIp9INX8Cy8", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 640, "width": 510 } ], "source": { "content": "Happy Weekend! \n💚", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1744904491256012800/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1739888415974887424", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "I know it's not homestead related, but how often do you get to take a pic of a Lamborghini Hurican stuck in the snow?<br /><br />Hope those skis can get him the rest of the way into Tahoe, 'cause I aint giving him a ride! <br /><br />Happy Weekend! 😆😶‍🌫️😂😅😘😊😱😂🤣", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1739888415974887424", "published": "2025-02-22T04:15:23+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://www.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1739886471592828928/xlarge/?jwtsig=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJleHAiOjE3NDg3MzYwMDAsInVyaSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lm1pbmRzLmNvbS9mcy92MS90aHVtYm5haWwvMTczOTg4NjQ3MTU5MjgyODkyOC94bGFyZ2UvIiwidXNlcl9ndWlkIjpudWxsfQ.nikvZYKewb8x3apZgBwJ6f6aAL5kcZOu9va7tFtlAq8", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 1800, "width": 1440 } ], "source": { "content": "I know it's not homestead related, but how often do you get to take a pic of a Lamborghini Hurican stuck in the snow?\n\nHope those skis can get him the rest of the way into Tahoe, 'cause I aint giving him a ride! \n\nHappy Weekend! 😆😶‍🌫️😂😅😘😊😱😂🤣", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1739888415974887424/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1737527345448755200", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "Hi Gang, ", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers", "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1737527345448755200", "published": "2025-02-15T15:53:20+00:00", "inReplyTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1737522533910974464", "source": { "content": "Hi Gang, ", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1737527345448755200/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1737522533910974464", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "Happy Saturday!<br />", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1737522533910974464", "published": "2025-02-15T15:34:13+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1737522267539120128/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 526, "width": 526 } ], "source": { "content": "Happy Saturday!\n", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1737522533910974464/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1732449861271298048", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "Wow! Where did January go?<br />Here's to February!", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers", "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1732449861271298048", "published": "2025-02-01T15:37:14+00:00", "inReplyTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1732447939059519488", "source": { "content": "Wow! Where did January go?\nHere's to February!", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1732449861271298048/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1732447939059519488", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "The Final Cut<br />Saying goodbye to Aunt Alma was the hardest thing we ever had to do.<br /><br />She was our rock. The one who held the family together. The woman who raised us, fed us, and somehow turned clipping coupons into a family sport. No shopper ever swept a clearance rack or bargain-scanned a store shelf faster or more thoroughly than Auntie Alma.<br /><br />When she got sick, she didn’t want a fuss. No fancy funeral, no big expenses. She just looked at us, held our hands, and said, “When I go, just put me somewhere I love.”<br /><br />So we did.<br /><br />At dawn on a beautiful spring morning, the family gathered as the sun peeked over the horizon, birds were singing their morning song, and daffodils, with their bright yellow faces, swaying in the gentle breeze.<br /><br />A mysterious blue glow descended on us as I opened the urn and let the gentle breeze carry Auntie away.<br /><br />They had turned on the sign. Walmart was open for business.<br /><br />Happy Weekend,<br /><br />--SourdoughSam", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1732447939059519488", "published": "2025-02-01T15:29:35+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://cdn.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1732447791663292416/xlarge/", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 493, "width": 736 } ], "source": { "content": "The Final Cut\nSaying goodbye to Aunt Alma was the hardest thing we ever had to do.\n\nShe was our rock. The one who held the family together. The woman who raised us, fed us, and somehow turned clipping coupons into a family sport. No shopper ever swept a clearance rack or bargain-scanned a store shelf faster or more thoroughly than Auntie Alma.\n\nWhen she got sick, she didn’t want a fuss. No fancy funeral, no big expenses. She just looked at us, held our hands, and said, “When I go, just put me somewhere I love.”\n\nSo we did.\n\nAt dawn on a beautiful spring morning, the family gathered as the sun peeked over the horizon, birds were singing their morning song, and daffodils, with their bright yellow faces, swaying in the gentle breeze.\n\nA mysterious blue glow descended on us as I opened the urn and let the gentle breeze carry Auntie away.\n\nThey had turned on the sign. Walmart was open for business.\n\nHappy Weekend,\n\n--SourdoughSam", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1732447939059519488/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1729880259522486272", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "Happy Weekend!", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers", "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1729880259522486272", "published": "2025-01-25T13:26:33+00:00", "inReplyTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1729873153301962752", "source": { "content": "Happy Weekend!", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1729880259522486272/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1729873153301962752", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "<a href=\"https://www.minds.com/sourdoughsam/blog/https-www-minds-com-sourdoughsam-layout-grid-1729873152198860800\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.minds.com/sourdoughsam/blog/https-www-minds-com-sourdoughsam-layout-grid-1729873152198860800</a>", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1729873153301962752", "published": "2025-01-25T12:58:18+00:00", "source": { "content": "https://www.minds.com/sourdoughsam/blog/https-www-minds-com-sourdoughsam-layout-grid-1729873152198860800", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1729873153301962752/activity" }, { "type": "Create", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1727869013763842048", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635", "content": "It just made me smile.", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1727869013763842048", "published": "2025-01-20T00:14:34+00:00", "attachment": [ { "type": "Document", "url": "https://www.minds.com/fs/v1/thumbnail/1727868781218238464/xlarge/?jwtsig=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJleHAiOjE3NDg3MzYwMDAsInVyaSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lm1pbmRzLmNvbS9mcy92MS90aHVtYm5haWwvMTcyNzg2ODc4MTIxODIzODQ2NC94bGFyZ2UvIiwidXNlcl9ndWlkIjpudWxsfQ.FddIo4AW98xqXKzR0s8-hiuBlwUN7NFsydKs_sbrkE8", "mediaType": "image/jpeg", "height": 640, "width": 512 } ], "source": { "content": "It just made me smile.", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/entities/urn:activity:1727869013763842048/activity" } ], "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/outbox", "partOf": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1177306860554821635/outboxoutbox" }