Today the pest control man came by. His name is Calvin and he looks amazingly like my Uncle Dale, who I always associate with Ray Bolger for no particular reason. RAY BOLGERS! Anyway, Calvin had the amazing thick local accent and was chatty as all hell and told us a story about someone he knows in the valley. “Well, her boy is mentally disabled, but he’s older and he’s a good kid and she can leave him on his own when she goes to work. Well, he called her one day while she was at work yellin about how he’d caught a troll. She figured he was just bein sillly and said AWRIGHT HONEY, I”LL TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT WHEN I GIT HOME. So a few hours later she gits home and the boys STILL all excited yellin about how he caught a troll and she starts realizing that she’s hearing a voice somewheres in the house and that the coat closet is all barricaded with boxes. Well, they pull them boxes down and she opens the closet and opens the door and there’s a midget Jehovah’s Witness who’d had a longer visit than he expected. He didn’t press charges or nothin. ”
I also had a conversation with a super goofy Cherokee kid from Two Men and a Truck. For some reason we were talking about tapeworms. Nat Geo had just proceeded to freak his shit out recently with a worm story.
Also, somewhere in the midst of this we managed to get the pods totally unpacked and carted up the hill. Scott’s got most of the records unpacked and shelved, (not counting 45’s, oy), and I’ve got the kitchen ship shape. HOLLAH!
How are you?
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Calvin is bullsh-----ing you.
In some cultures the tall tale is an accepted art form.
Life is as it was so long ago when you guys left us. It carries on, a plodding trudge through a gray world. You know, Tree did not know what to order Friday night?
oh no.
He said that was gonna happen, without Dusty around to copy. Awww.
Dusty remiinds Tree that Jules is his new Scott.
Things around here are about the same, too. We are unpacking like mad. We have a table now! It’s quite exciting. Books are being uncrated, shit is being lugged and minds changed and relugged. All is well. Still gotta find us some jobs, but…..ahh, well.
Also, I am going to believe that Calvin’s story is true. I like it better that way.
YOU LIE!!!
Goddang Calvinists now, huh? Shit cain’t be getting so weird for you so soon, Assy!
Dingey & Dusty... are you
Dingey & Dusty… are you guys taking pitchers of the move-in? I’d like to see the transformation!
...is his new Scott
That’s so true! In fact, last week at Mi Rachito, I tried to call Dusty but I didn’t have service inside the restaurant. So Blanket Michael Jackson say’s, “I’m pretty sure that Dusty got _____ last time.” So I got it, and it was great!
I’ll never know if she really knew what he’d ordered, of if it was some sort of placebo, but it kept me from having a meltdown. (Which are also quite delicious, by the way.)
meltdowns!
I had one or two of those during the move. yes. They ARE magically delicious!
You can track some photygraphs of the move here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dingey/
At some point I may get off my lazy ass and try to remember how the hell to post photos here, right here, right on this fancy pants website where I can say whatever the fucking shit I want without my maw reading it or NOTHIN!
SHE SAID WHAT?! GET THE SHIT OUT!!!
actually...
…I took a photo today that was especially for Tree! I’ll get it up here, I swear. Just not right now. Because I feel the need to make some turkey meatballs, for there are those in this house who hunger and thirst for turkeyballs sake. TURKEY BALLS! Talk about waddles!
I'm still unpacking 45s
I had to keep looking back at Dingey’s avatar to remind myself I wasn’t reading a Tree post!
In the mix of the movin’ in, did you take a break on Record Store Day? I read that Harvest hosted a Drive-By Truckers in-store. Green Light hosted DJ Richard Bowser… I have it on good authority he’s Bat Guano!
Now if you’ll excuse me, your Ray Bolger mention reminds me of the 23 hours of extras on that Wizard of Oz set I need to get to…
i <3 u
your friend, prince.
Tree and I are longtime spiritual siblings of butts-n-cussin’ humour.
progress
The pile of boxe is shrinking. Also, look for ninja cat. She’s always camouflaged, even when in plain sight.
er...the backyard is pretty seriously overgrown....
…but dusty did go nuts yesterday and clear out a bunch of ivy and dinky saplings and stuff from one part of the yard, creating a clear spot in front of the old retaining walls….
and when you stand in that clear spot and look the other way, here is what you see!
walkin' with a mountain
Oh, sure, that mountain view is nice, but pretty soon you’ll miss the sight of rustin’ vehicles on four flats abandoned in the neighbor’s driveway, or gunshots that don’t sound like Jed Clampett shootin’ at some food.
heh...
Not yet, champ! When we leave the windows open at night, there’s the sound of a rushing stream. No shots. No squeally brakes. No bass cars on the corner. No lover’s spats in the street at 3 am. Only Eartha being obnoxious and crinkling her giant food bag in the hall closet because I forgot to feed her…..