I am going to try record actual things that happen to me. Last Wednesday I felt a little, I guess you could say, out of it, and had a lot of trouble backing the truck up with the trailer. Especially with the trailer fully loaded with brush and backing uphill, up my driveway, where the visual reading in the mirror is obscured for an instant at the crest of the hill, an instant in which, due to all the plants stored in the parking pad and how they are arranged, you need to turn the trailer slightly. I tried four times, and kept ending up too close to my other truck. On the fifth try, and running late now and tired, I plowed that trailer right into the truck. Actually what I hit was the truck front tire with the signal light housing of the trailer. Put a four inch gash right into the sidewall. The tire deflated in about twenty seconds, making a very impressive noise. And life goes on.
The lovely and beautiful Mrs. Tobit has been at a conference on the coast all week, leaving me in charge of running the house in her absence. I am having fun with the kids, but it would be very difficult to go on like this for more than a month or two. I can slack off at work some here and there, but I have to make money. It is hard to imagine working full time and taking care of young'uns alone. Fortunately for me the kids haven't been giving me any crap about putting clothes on, taking baths, eating dinner, etc. They have been pretty well behaved. Except yesterday Zapper climbed on top of the VW and started hitting the roof with a two-foot long peice of scrap iron he salvaged from the neighbor's yard. I guess he was trying to tell me that it was time for me to take him to preschool.
Had a nice dinner with my sister in downtown Carrboro yesterday. We both like to make a lot of jokes. She is going to live in a earthen hut in the deserts of the southwest, in a planned community that aspires to live off the grid, that is, in a sustainable fashion. The hardest part for her is going to be recycling her own water. I hope that when the community leaders start talking about rejoining the mothership she will come back to North Carolina.
Time to go start assembling the caffeine-delivery device and feed the cats...
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You know, I was kidding about recycling "my own water" The Erfship does it all. The fresh water (delivered by Father Sky) collects in a cistern, it goes through a series of 4 filters to become drinking water, or there is the 3 filtered water that becomes your grey and black (poop) water. The water you use to wash dishes and bathe in is the grey water and that water runs into an indoor planter system, the blackwater runs to an outdoor planter. You can grow food in the grey water though they recommend you not grow root vegetables, and you can grow flowers in the poopwater. Thats how we roll in the Erfship.
Krissy
I can't believe that anyone would take that line about you recycling your own water seriously. I guess the subject heading "A real journal entry" is a little misleading. Anyone who would really believe a line like that, well, this blog was made for you. And I really did start dancing in the street to "Psycho Killer" the other night, and I did work for Seigfried and Roy as a "tiger" although I was not the one who nearly bit Roy Horn's head off.
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