2/17/2023

As is true in all of my writing, I actually live the lifestyle I encourage and write about. All of these employment gigs I have worked over the years. Basically, for all of my life I have kept myself fed, clothed, and sheltered by working survival jobs of many varieties. Because of this experience, I feel that I am an expert on the subject.

Certainly, adventurers are one group of people who may well need to know and understand the concept of survival jobs. Everyday life can be very boring. Living in the same hole, seeing the same people, working in the same place, often gets very old fast. Many people live like this for thirty years and more! I have found them from California, to New York, to Miami, to Asheville and Elizabeth City NC, and everywhere in between the Pacific and the Atlantic oceans. When one takes audacious chances and hits the high road wide open, he or she may well need to find paying employment quickly. He or she doesn’t have valuable time to muck around with redundant training programs, night classes, and college courses month after month, long hours at a time, and very wealth consumptive. Most of its pure Ka Ka de El Toro, intentionally designed to fleece people’s hard-earned money and create employment for elitist associates and their families, rather than any sort of realistic applicable skills study. Knowing where to seek out good decent paying survival jobs will always be of an utmost importance.

Thinking back, if I could add to the list of employment opportunities listed here inside this book, I would have to include union apprentice jobs. Here one can actually get paid while learning a valuable skill. Employees get pay raises when skills tests are passed during the classroom period. While these types of opportunities are tough to locate, and even more difficult to find available openings in, they are out there as luscious fruit waiting for us to harvest after a virtual forty-year hiatus.

The best news is that pay and benefits are fantastic! So is job security, since terminations must follow the rules of due process protocol. I have also located these opportunities in unexpected places, such as Hendersonville and Asheville NC, places traditionally unfriendly to labor unions, yet filled with citizens who well comprehend the need. In this case, this job included training for electrical work. Starting pay was 18- 23.00 an hour at the time. Other places to seek higher ranking survival jobs might be with seafaring companies. Seafarer’s International would be a good place to call and investigate. For those in love with adventure, there are always decent opportunities to score. https://www.google.com/search?q=Henry%20Lydo&safe=vss&vss=1&sa=Google+Search#ip=1

Saying hello

Well, we’re thirteen days into 2023. The Pale Rider is said to sit upon a green horse. How are we in our own time, to interpret this realization? This year, if I understand the information correctly, a green comet will be seen passing through the midnight sky. The color green can symbolize pestilence, but it can also symbolize money, in my own categorization. This comet has not been seen since the age of Astraea, and her return back into the heavens for the purpose of escaping the corruption of mankind. She promised to return one day in the distant future, when all of planet earth would be consumed by chaos. https://www.ancientpages.com/2020/08/01/will-star-goddess-astraea-return-to-earth-with-second-golden-age-or-apocalypse/

Already on day twelfth of this year, the much-aged uncle of my wife who we were living with, was cremated. He actually died on the second day, if I am correct in saying so. Many people had deaths occur in their own families during this time period. Might there be some sort of connection here? I’ve never noticed so much death before so early on, and I’ve lived through many a planting season already. The so-called financial experts do not paint a nice picture for the economy this year, but I like to think positive.

To me green means money accompanied by great success in all endeavors, and I want my share! Green can also mean collard and mustard greens, my favorite dishes when served with a wedge of freshly prepared cornbread. Say it out loud here to summons all of the positive spirits. I’m going to HIT IT BIG TIME, boys! I want a New York Times best seller, a literary work of long-lasting renown. I want a novel with a front paid out to me equal to no less than a fifty-thousand-dollar years’ salary. I’m trying, but one cannot accomplish such a thing without going through an agent. Landing an agent is no lean feat, to say the least. I’ve been trying for years and still have not succeeded. Its far easier to become traditionally published than to land an agent.

I have three publishers looking over some of my manuscripts. One has already accepted, and I’ve signed the contract. It’s called “The 10 Best Survival Jobs, how to get them, how to keep them.” It’s been published before but the publisher fell on hard times and had to neutralize the manuscript, and it’s based on my real-life experiences I have lived, and still am living. This is a great beginning for the year, from my own perspective. My Newyear’s resolution is to secure a dynamite career job. I have an in-person interview Monday. It’s for an entry level account manager at an insurance company. I can’t wait to work there! After 90 days or so I can make my move on starting up a true profit generating business.

Whatever value we take a calculated risk on, will be where our potential future wealth lies. If we want millions, sometimes we must commence with hundreds of thousands in potential wealth, then work our way up. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, pure and simple. Noting occurs without calculated risk. Relationships, marriage, college, cruises, writing and publishing a book for crying out loud here, driving or even walking down the highway, you name it. It’s all a hedged bet and a calculated gamble.

Don’t like your present job? Find out what you want to do, then make your move, relocate or whatever it takes to get it. Want to take a trip or live a certain lifestyle, then the perfect day and time is right now. There will never be a day in the hazy distant future when everything is nailed down perfectly. Something totally unforeseen and unexpected will always crop up, it seems. Do it now, when the possibility presents itself. That’s my motto. These are the words I speak aloud. Only 13 days have passed in the first month of 2023. Focus on the positives transpiring already.

Goodbye 2022!

It sure has been one rocker roller’s year, for sure my dear blog post family. Certainly, it ranks among the best of times and the worst of times. From a writer’s perspective, I have had an outstanding time, make no mistake about it. I want to give a huge THANKYOU to all of my reading fans. All of YOU are the ones who have made me, not me myself. Literally I have tens of thousands who make up my reading fanbase.

These past three years have been the era of the skull and crossbones. Let us pause momentarily and give remembrance to all of those who cannot stand with us now that we’ve crossed the line into 2023. In this year alone, in my own immediate family, over a four-month span there were four deaths. Two friends of the family, man and wife, died in a head on collision during these same four months. There were others who died, young and old, in the communities surrounding me. This past Friday a man I grew up with who was 49 years old, collapsed dead in my old hometown. It seems everybody I speak with has had the same experiences, so there has been what I observe to be an unusual amount of death over the past year alone, not even counting the two years previously in our dealings with Covid 19. Let us pause and give thanks to the good Lord in heaven for sparing us, since we are still yet alive in spite of this adversity. I could go on and on, but we certainly live in a true-life gothic horror era, complete with war, pestilence, tyrants, villains, and mighty fools.

At first last year seemed stuck in the mud in every way except when it came to my writing successes. The pace picked up quickly, however. I quit my head end job, hopped a plane, lived in Ecuador for three months, hopped a plane again, munked around in west central, Florida for a few days, hopped a plane again, mucked around in San Francisco for four days. Hopped a ship for two and a half weeks, sailed to HI for six days, then back to Ensalada, Mexico, then back to San Fransico. Four days later we wound up in west central Florida again. Isn’t that nice? On December 22 we rode away north to the Carolinas so we could visit a few family members. We had a real blast, but sadly, and for your good information, Covid 19 is coming back since all of my family seems to have caught it! Now its 1/1/2023 2227 and we are in King’s Island GA in a motel room on our way back to West Central Florida. Our time has been filled with cars and bars, planes, trains, busses and a few bruises, but we’ve all managed to endure to the bitter end, and it’s something to celebrate, don’t make no mistake about it. So, cheers for the stork who brings good babies. Cheers to the crow who brings bad babies, and cheers to the swallow who brings no babies. Joy to the world, and all of you, and me. Wonder how things will be in 2023! I want a New York Times best seller and to hit the jackpot. I’ll say it out loud! It’s been one wild ride of a year to be sure.

Today’s success stories!

I honestly don’t mean to brag, but years of hard work often pays off, and its most certainly worth mentioning. I have offered the perfect guaranteed program for becoming traditionally published on this blog earlier. Here it is again, just in case anybody missed it. I recommend the paperback version over the e-version. Somehow programing for the e-version was mucked all up.

Last week the manager at Labor Finders informed me I would have a 40 hour weekly continuous job post. I didn’t have work yesterday, nor do I have any today. Yesterday I showed up onsite, but the management there turned me away, saying he had not work for me to do, nor no money to pay me with. Since everything is online, the way my days run is such.

I arise at 0530. I go directly into this empty house where I have rented a room for 500.00 a month. I throw together a sandwich or mix some potato flakes and diced cured ham for breakfast. I make a cup of coffee, and I await the manger’s call or motor on down to the office by 0630. When he has nothing, I am at the local county library by 1000, when it opens up.

So here I am. Its 1136 at the county library here in Florida. Sometimes I honestly feel like a high-class hobo myself. I read half of the first chapter in “Of Mice and Men,” and I swear I can relate to the feelings of the two hobos entering the natural environment described by the author. I see the same hobo faces in here every day. They all spend as much time in here as I do. Usually, I remain here until 1700. The place closes by 1800, but its dark by then. I want to be back home by dark.

Like I have said before, I live the life I describe in my latest how to work, such as, “The 10+ Best Survival Jobs.” I ordered six of my most recent traditionally published books and had them shipped to the library here, with a note on the box informing workers where these books were intended for donation. There are many libraries here in this place, and I intend on donating many of my books to at least two thirds of them before I leave out. Should I fail to find solid employment, I’m moving on. I hope to make a grubstake somewhere. I actually like this town I’m in, but reality is reality.

I’ve determined to allow myself until February or April at the latest, since it will be springtime everywhere else in America by then. Are any fellow traditionally published authors out there wanting to join in my adventurous rambling, writing, and artistic lifestyle with me? Drop me a line on this blog site, then. It would be interesting to hear from others of the cloth. My wife may return next week. Her and I feel so much differently about everything, but then she is retired, and I am not.

Here are my latest two books. I had to speak a bit and get readers caught up on everything going on in my part of the world these days, so forgive me being so long with it. I have written it underneath what might be my favorite, and most popular pseudonym, Dr. Henry Lydo.

Backpacking isn’t What it Used to Be!

No longer is it a “last hoorah” for the young adult before settling down into “real life”.

This book details the Author’s proven how-to system for backpacking in almost every situation—whether it be short or long term, urban or wilderness, domestic or international.

Experience your life and this world to the fullest, because this backpacking guide has all the information you need.

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Dr. Henry Lydo’s backpacking experience spans the majority of his adult life in both wilderness and urban settings, domestic and abroad moving from town to city, hostel to campsite, and everything in between.

Inside Survival Backpacking you will learn:

The best types of backpacks to use.
How to properly pack your backpack.
A nutritious and portable 30 day supply of food.
The best backpacking equipment to choose – and where to get it.
How to stay safe while exploring this great world of ours.
The 10 best portable animal traps in case you find yourself in a survival situation.

… and more.

Learn everything you need to backpack in today’s world, because Dr. Henry Lydo is sharing his secrets from decades of experience.

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Nothing beats a good 44000 word western, wed with a realistic plot filled by rich intrigue and exotic mystery. Top that off with a grand addition of violence in measured cups, mixed in with a light sprinkling of sexual escapade, and one might cook up a beautiful novel well worth taking a bite from. When this work was being composed, the thought struck the author to go one more step farther, intending to make this unique serving irresistible; He served this dish up before a clear panorama of open, cloudless skies, cacti desert and colorful native tribes, complete with a mountainous horizon. The tin and board small towns, complete with banks, Federal Marshals, and safes filled with golden coin, really do make this unique dish all that much more inviting!

Imagine yourself, if for only a fleeting moment, on a beach side cottage porch somewhere, immersing yourself into this exotic world of “They Called Him Ringo Arenas.” Inside the American populous at large, there still lies a powerful adoration for the heritage of liberty and raw freedom these created scenes represent.

Another success!

In daily living our successes often seem small and insignificant. When we maintain a journal, we can clearly see where much more occurred to our good credit than we might have been aware of. We have many adventures, I am telling all of you, throughout the day. Your surroundings are like a stage or a story plot, with you in the center! In the end, when everything else around me crumbles into dust, I still have my writing. That why I am a firm believer in everybody developing some sort of artistic talent, be it whatever it may. When all else crashes one may then throw himself into his creation.

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A few more words in passing

It’s been a little while since I’ve written. Here we are wallowing around in central Western Florida for the time being. I expected loads of real employment opportunity here. Man, how I can never go wrong! They have a grand horse and pony show, so let me tell you all about it. You can just see the loving emperor’s great Thanksgiving and Christmas cornucopia of genuine middleclass opportunity all around you. This place really puts the magnificent city of OZ to shame! Although to be perfectly honest, I will say that I have yet to meet a tin man. All of you should come check it all out! Everything is so inexpensive here. I mean, single apples for only two dollars apiece, whole cartons of eggs by the dozen for only five dollars, men’s basic haircuts for $60.00, a price so low it will make you want to cut your own! Gas is a measly 3.60 a gallon, for crying out loud around here! When it increases its only by 10 to 20 cents a week. This place is an American heaven, especially if you originate from somewhere in California or Boston, Mas’.

Anyway, I am working at Labor Finders for the time being now. I can get buy on this and still take time when I choose to live an adventurer’s life. The beach area here really is fun. There is so much to do here, festivities going on, nice live band clubs by the beach to visit. This area has many book launches going on, and literary events. These are my favorite parts about it. I prefer the beachside dive bars, with the two-dollar draft and the 3-dollar hotdogs and hamburgers I can load down with slaw, pickles, hot sauce and onions. So, it is when one lives his life on the edge!

A few more titles

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Stay in touch with the publishing and ever-growing bookstore branch of SR&H Enterprises. Check out our company logo! The photograph is very real. The publishing company’s name is Rowdy Living Press. We have plans to make the bookstore an actual brick and mortar business catering to adventurers and artists as no other anywhere does, but can’t do so without you, our customer and fan base! As always, a big THANKS for all that you’ve done for us thus far. We live to take the grim falls, the hard rolls, and the brutal punches life on the edge throws at us, so you won’t have to! While all of you-kind folks, have the luxury of easing back into your comfortable beach cottage chairs and reading about our spaghetti piles and grand spider webs, we have to unwind from around us. You deserve all of the pleasure without the pain, would you not agree? Come on now! Cheers, and happy reading.

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Another collection of children’s stories below! All of these stories are some passed down by elders, and others born from the imagination.

The book below has an interesting history. More than 20 years ago I was employed in the Carolinas as an EC teacher for three years. The department head at the school I was employed at was known as the Witch of Drowning Creek, respectively. Without a doubt, she had a foul, bitter personality, and hated her job. Nobody understood how or why she chose to or even managed to remain employed.

On that note, my first day she seized me by the left arm, marched me down the hall to an empty classroom, rudely shoved me toward the teacher’s desk; then informed me that no materials existed, to include books, yet I was expected to instruct the students in all subjects or endure termination for nonperformance of assigned duties. I had five days to come up with something, she told me, and no materials could be purchased, since the school had no funds to do so with.

So, I did all that I knew to do, and began writing. I took children’s stories I had written for my own children, and crafted exercises from them. I got a week ahead of myself during these five days without students. When the year ended, I had organized them into this book. Not only were these stories and exercises used in EC classes, I also used them during my days as an international ESL teacher. One four-month summer abroad the wife and I traveled throughout Ecuador and Peru, giving lectures and selling copies of this book. It sold like hotcakes, we made it into the local news, and we recouped all of our traveling expenses in so doing. This work still has decent sales to this very day. Get your own copies in bulk for the discount, while it’s still possible!

Since I Last Wrote

My dear reading family,

I do apologize for not writing more frequently. Must of late, has been happening in my living and writing world. For one thing, I quit my work at the property I was employed at. The company I was employed with sold out three times during the year and a half I was there. This busted my retirement and my benefits back to the start. I also never received any raise. My pay was 16.50 at the end, as it was when I hired in.

My dear wife wanted to relocate back to Ecuador, since she retired in January of this year. I was game. I had nothing to lose, since my job was playing out anyway. I put in my notice, and away we flew. I think I made detail specific notes in regard to this earlier on. We stayed there for three months. We hooped a plane to Florida, hopped another to San Francisco, then hopped a ship to Hawaii, and had a blast the entire time! I won’t shoot anybody any twisted lines; we had a grand time!

Once everything settled down, we visited children and my parents for three weeks or so, then we motored down to Florida. We’ve settled in for the time being around central Florida. Come February, we shall glance backward, and if we are not contented with our lives, then we’ll jet back down to Ecuador. I know I can land employment at the best of academies then. Check my latest books out! I used a new pseudonym.

Wow, AND away!

Tuesday, 7/26/2022

Well, its a real stuck in the mud day. We awoke, had breakfast, then went walking. The administration area is closed. We have no internet access. There is not much around to do. We put together a bed. We watered flowers. We bathed, and we lounged around.

Real life is like that sometimes. Life can’t be all action and excitement, especially when one is on a limited income such as I am. 3 grand must get me all around here, and to Hawaii and back. I’ve sure played and done it all in my day. I had a publishing success story. I signed a contract with a company to publish my story, Bartolby Hill, in a Christmas anthology. He wanted unusual stories, and I had one to send to him. Nobody has ever written a Christmas story like the one I did. I made 40.00 dollars on it. I am not getting rich, but who knows who might get hold of that story. I was based on a grain of truth.

My mind loves to drift, since often I am thinking of my next poem, short story, or novel. An idea for another novel is gradually coming into my mind. I want to write a realistic Gothic style of horror novel about a man with a ghostly lover. Since I am here in Latin America I am getting ideas in regard to the scenery.

The community is filled with concrete houses surrounded by Bastille walls. The houses have large Doric columns on the front porch patio, and massive wooden double doors. In the center of the Doric columns hangs crystal and gold plated chandeliers. Scenes of the Virgin Mary and of the Crucifixion passion colorfully scream out from above the huge massive double doors. Many of the windows are crafted from fragments of glass colored emerald, sapphire, amber, and gold. Few windows have picture scenes, only the colorful tint described.

The porch areas and the areas leading up to these homes are covered by white, black, and gray pewter tiles. These homes seem to be based on the same designs found in the ruin of Pompeii, and Italy at large. The Italian Villa style is dominant, and one that truly pulls at my own heart, as if it has soul. Shattered glass of many colors sitting atop the Bastille wall intimidate like snarling fangs out at all those who walk on the street passing by. Electric fence and barbed wire make the lives of potential thieves even more complicated when it arches above the knife-like shards of kaleidoscopic glass. The magnificence of these homes may be viewed through the bars of iron gates in various places along this large granite stone and white concrete wall.

The environmental spirits applaud the design of these homes. This supernatural cheer is evident in the dance of clear red, blue, and purple flowers found on vines growing all over this wall, as far as any walker can see. This general union with the gray and off-white stone, blended with the white of the concrete mortise, melds into an astonishingly natural panorama scene, rather than contrasting against any type of lucid secular order. The eternally guarding glass-shards and the evil angled electrified razor wire, add a certain elegant spice to the mortal scene, being tinted back, gray, and silver, rather than crimson, orange, or bright yellow, which lash out against the spirits of nature.

Upon every roof is cemented orange or brown tile. Some have an emerald appearance, resembling more the tint of fresh bamboo sections slice in half the long way and turned upside down, than any type of porcelain. This color marries the home at large more with the puffing wind, the dancing flowers, the date palms, the colorful ibis lilies of multiple varieties, and the perfectly trimmed carpet grass.

In the center of this community the walker is impressed with a large open park-like garden of palm trees, elegant steel and wood benches, head high palm flowers, and perfect awe inspiring hand-chipped statues of ancient Spanish and Greek gods, standing near small pools of water. Upon the arms of these statues often hangs the guarders of newly wedded couples who have taken their vows, in beseech of celestial blessings throughout their marriage. Two cups of blood-like rose wine and servings of bon-bon sweets, seals the deal according to local custom.

How does it sound thus far? Did the visuals establish a mood, that gradually sets a scene? Stay tuned for more tomorrow.

Traveling Spain & Greece On A Pauper’s Dime With A Purpose

For food any time at McDonald’s is no deal when in Spain. Always go local, for better quality and more quantity at a lower price. While at the bus station we had coffee and crescents for 2 Euros. The bus ride to Salamanca began at 1500 and was pleasantly relaxing. The Spanish countryside was open, with scattered fir trees and other vegetation, interconnecting antique stone walls crisscrossing the open landscape, overlooking abandoned stonewalled farmhouses with numerous working large corn and peanut fields. Strangely I noticed few olive plantations as we traveled.

We arrived in Salamanca at 1730. From the bus station we caught a taxi to our new address at Calle Martin Alonzo Padres, block 3, rows 14/16, a 35 minute walk from downtown, and approximatly15 minutes from the closest bus station. As we walked haplessly along, from the balcony window our hostess, named Marcala, greeted us with waves and cheers. She promptly opened her doors, welcoming us both warmly into our new abode for the next 6 weeks. Her fees at the time were four hundred Euros per month.

Soon as we made our way inside our new room, dropped off our bags, and made ourselves comfortable, Marcala brought in a large bowl filled with fresh cherries. She showed us where the kitchen, bathroom, and living room was located, informing us that we were welcome to use them. Marcala continued speaking with us, assuring us that breakfast would be served up fresh in the morning when we awoke.

When she had finished speaking with us, she hurried us both along, inviting us to catch the bus with her where she would show us the avenue to the college where my wife was attending, and the locations of the market. She kindly gave me the keys as we rode past the market, then exiting at a cathedral library somewhere on a main avenue. She parted with us, to my surprise since my Spanish translations are sometimes off, and we both were soon on our own way.

The wife and I walked down several streets in Salamanca, not knowing where we were or how to come back. We stopped at the local grocery market and purchased a weeks groceries for 10 Euros, including two beer and two liter boxes of red wine purchased for 2.84 Euros. The lady had informed us that if we become lost, then she lived at the last bus stop on line thirteen, at Huerta Otea, near the bus station at Advansa. She kindly informed us that her house was the only one with a pool in the entire area. After more than two hours of walking, asking questions, and searching, we finally found the residence again, but shame on us for not retaining the address with phone numbers in case we ever become lost.

Finding specific bus pickup points can be somewhat of a challenge, since most are only triangle shaped six feet tall poles, with the specific number of the bus stopping located at the bottom of a list with many additional bus numbers. All of this occurred on the day of June 17, 2019.