Jun 11, 2005 21:31
Well, I'm sitting here in my old house. It hardly feels like my house any more. The friends who are going to rent it have packed what I had left into boxes and shoehorned it all into the basement. The wooden Kayak that I have almost, but not quite finished, still hangs in the vaulted ceiling of the living room. And since my hands have worked almost every inch of the wood floor, the hearth,and the knotty pine cabinets and ceiling, no amount of other peoples stuff can take it away completely. It's quiet. No TV, no radio. I could close my eyes and go back in time 5 years, before EVERYTHING. When I lived here alone. Very alone, like I was the only guy with 'these feelings'. Yep most all of you reading this have been there before. It's weird. I always fantasized about getting to where I am now, but who could have imagined the route I would end up traveling?
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Turns out Kevin was sick all week, so there is still sheet rock being sanded in the bathroom, I may not get to grout the bathroom floor this trip, but at least I get to deliver the sink. I'm also here to turn my '96 VW Golf over to a friend who is buying it. It still has a lot of go left in it, but a good buddy in Ohio has a 2001 Jetta with only 50,000 miles on it waiting for me at a price that's just too good to pass up. My first new car ever, I got the Golf back in November of 95. 188,000 miles. I can't remember exactly how many times from Washington to Connecticut and back... and Canada... and California...
I'm kinda burnt from the 4 hour drive... can't get my mind into gear. Or my ass for that matter. Tired.