What'll It Be?

Relocating so much further downslope after being burned out of house and home by the USFS, I now face a different, if all too familiar, set of threats to life and limb. Two of these threats I had deliberately moved to higher elevation to avoid. Tornadoes and venemous snakes. I have no debilitating fear of either, just a healthy respect tempered by personal experiences with both and decided it would be nice to never have to worry about either ever again. The third threat, intoxicated drivers, was just as ever-present in the populated areas surrounding the now decimated homestead as anywhere else, but that parcel was located far and away up a jeep track from the thrashing, convulsing madness of what many refer to as "civilization", thoroughly surrounded and ensconced in wilderness. Drunk drivers never ventured up there, and even if they had, the roughness of the primitive trail would have prevented any kind of high-speed driving there anyway. So I felt very safe from those threats.

But down here in lower elevations where an abundance of pit vipers dwell beneath skies frequented by superstorm thunder cells sprouting tornadoes of high Fujita scale rating, and where impaired drivers are even more pervasive, their triple-pronged threat looms large once again for me. and I wonder sometimes which one might manage to take me down. Having not been ill or hospitalized for any urgent medical condition ever in my life, and still going strong in that respect, I fully intend and expect to live to be one-hundred years old or more, as long as one of these jinky things doesn't beat death by natural causes to the punch.