I bought a 13 ft 1969 Nomad Golden Falcon Camper Trailer. It needs some work. I got a good deal and the kind gentleman who I’m purchasing it from is being nice enough to deliver it for me, on Tuesday. So what does that mean for Me and Mine? 

It means I’ve spent a lot of time alone. Packing, delivering, returning.. things. To thrift shops, back to their owners, etc etc. It also means that since Tuesday my sister (who is a fucking bad ass) and I have moved 450+ sq ft of Cedar Chips and what felt like half a ton of pea-gravel. We had to move this because where my trailer is going to go at my sisters house was being taken up by these items. I feel fucking ripped. 

I hated it at first. But now, I think I love manual labor. Its not like going to the gym and running on a treadmill. I never go anywhere, I have nothing to look at, I can’t do it. Being a laborer? Totally rewarding. This morning I didn’t even wake up sore, my muscles feel good, and I feel good. I’m making progress.

Then I got back to the apartment and realized I have 11 God-damned days to have this place empty and bleached from head to toe if we want ANY chance of getting our deposit back. 

So what am I doing? Sitting here drinking whiskey, waiting for Mike and his friend Kris to get home, and talking to you.

Thanks blog, and the few people who like my posts, you do help me through the crazy shit I do to myself. 

 

xoxo