Month: August 2006

Salisbury, N.C. Stopped for something to write on. I have reams of paper at home, but … well, they’re there and I’m not. I’m struggling a bit today. Funny. I thought I could just come back to work and put everything behind me. That’s not working out.

Well, I’m sitting in a truck in Greensboro. I suppose I’m officially back to work. Mama and my cousin, Doug, drove me up here. I appreciate them both doing that, but I especially appreciate Doug coming along so that Mama doesn’t have to drive all the way back by herself. Well, they dropped me off.… Continue reading My, That's A Big, White Truck …

Just got back home a little while ago. I’ve been in Gastonia, off-loading the truck and putting stuff into storage. I drank four 20 oz bottles of Dasani water while I was there. And every damned bit of it ran right back out my loose pores and soaked my shirt and my jeans. They should… Continue reading Home Again

Taking a short break. I’ve been pulling boxes of books out of the tool shed and putting them on the truck. The technique here is to work until I’m about to fall over and die, then come in and sit in front of a fan until I feel somewhat normal again. Then it’s back to… Continue reading Working On It

Wow. I just made a truly bizarre observation. I set my iPod on shuffle and have been trying to wake up the neighborhood. Anyway, a Geddy Lee song (Grace to Grace) from his solo album, My Favorite Headache, had just gone off. When the next song came on, I assumed it was another Geddy Lee… Continue reading Bizarre Connections

Well, the recent habit of numbering work periods collapsed when “short break #2” turned into “short nap #1.” The pattern never recovered. Today was productive, but nowhere near what I had hoped for. Relatives visited this afternoon and were largely in the way. I was polite enough that I didn’t say anything when they, and… Continue reading Having At It (again)

Man. Lucky thing my bed is covered with debris, or this would be short nap #1. I’m beginning to wear down. That four hours of sleep I got last night didn’t go very far. I have quite a few things on the truck. The untrained eye might not be able to tell that I’m making… Continue reading Short Break #2

I’m taking a little break from the festivities. Haven’t done a lot so far, but I’ve made progress. There is stuff on the struck, including the console television from the living room, and the basin sink that we bought for the bathroom but (for obvious reasons) never installed. I’ve put quite a few boxes on… Continue reading Short Break #1

It’s early. I’m sitting here in front of my computer enjoying a traditional Chaney comfort food (tomato soup). I’m marshaling my forces for an assault on the truck. Yes, I’m aware (mostly because of the comments of some friends) that I use military analogies a lot. Anyone who knows how I do things, though, knows… Continue reading Today's Work Order & The Kindness of A Friend

Well, I’m even more frustrated now. Went to rent the storage building and a truck. Found out that there were no large storage buildings available, although they’ve been telling me all along that there were. “Maybe tomorrow,” the guy said. He told me to call back tonight to check, that he had one that was… Continue reading Mission Aborted