The gift that keeps on giving

This is scary red build-up on my car battery.

Here is the Celebrity.

Just so this makes some sense: I got a call from my old landlord because the Celebrity was still parked in the parking lot of my old apartment and he was not going to give me the security deposit unless I moved it. I went to move it and as we know from much earlier posts, the Celebrity/storage unit has not started for quite some time. I attempted to charge and jump start it and blah, blah, blah...the point is it does not start.

Megan and I tried to push it out of the space, but it was too heavy. There was an old sheet in the trunk so we tied the two cars together and attempted to tow it.

This also did not work.

Surprisingly...

Bands with stupid names

Today we prepare for the Summer Arts Festival. Steve brought over his Summer Associates; Sarah and Lynsey. I like the fact that I don't need to learn any new names.

Here is Sarah doing some work.

Lynsey helping.

Steve supervising.

Me being quite pleased with the distribution of labor.

Various attempts were made to thread the rope though this sign. Eventually we decided to staple the rope to the end of a dowel and thread it through that way.

It did work, however, the first attempt ended up threaded backwards.

As the Summer Associates are teenagers; they felt impelled to talk about bands I had never heard of.

I told them that "___ is not a band name" and "bands today need to come up with less stupid names."

I took my car in to have the door problem remedied.

While they didn't fix the problem, they did wash the car for free.

Here is the paint-by-number black velvet fantasy mural I got for Christmas.


I am very good at coloring.

Megan is doing a mosaic version of Starry Night.

It's pretty nice.

Here is another detail.

Megan and I; went over to Megan's to read magazines.

Megan and Megan thought it would be a good idea to dress up the dog.

I'll let you be the judge.

I told them that I was only going to include one picture of Megan's dog wearing clothes.

I feel, slightly, tricked.

Move into my car

These are the days of catharsis.

As you may, or may not, have gathered, I own too much stuff.

Who the hell actually needs two organs?

A drafting table and another desk, just for piling stuff on.

10+ boxes of wire, broken electronics, scraps of this, scraps of that.

And even if you did need all of this detritus...

Does one really need to store it in their already claustrophobic one bedroom apartment?

I decided that I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed to get rid of as much as I could.

I threw away as much as I could. 1 desk, 1 organ, many boxes that if one were moving might be labeled "etc." and various things that one holds onto because; "one day I might really need that cell phone charger from that phone I lost 12 years ago".

What I couldn't part with; I moved into my car.

Here is my car filled with: cassette tapes, three laptops, boxes of wire, a record player, my fishing equipment, extra bedding and whatever else I thought I might need someday.

All this packing and the disebarrassment of my excess baggage made me, briefly, contemplate skipping town

Anyway. I moved the Celebrity from it's parking space, of 4 months, to the front of the Cozy/Kozy Apartments for easier loading.

When I went to re-park the Celebrity in it's original parking space; I found that someone else had parked in it's spot.

Later, once the other car had moved, I tried to park my mobile storage unit in it's proper parking place; the car wouldn't start. Now my, dead(ish), car filled with all of my excess crap is parked, very much, out in the open.

Maybe I should actually lock the doors.

Up in smoke

The people across the street from me have about 50 different cars.

Each one producing a larger cloud of smoke then the last.

Reach out in the darkness

This is what crippling depression looks like.

I think someone bumped the side of my futuristic station wagon.

See! Right there.

Sucks to be me.

I thought maybe if I took my futon off it's frame; it would be less painful.

I was incorect.

This is a mutant croissant.

Did I mention that it sucks to be me.