I'm about certain my ultimate domicile will be living in my truck somewhere. When that happens I'll partially cover it with a blue tarp too just to make it feel more Nine Mile "homey."
(as I post this the garbage truck is out in the street almost like those bastards planned the added ambiance for my writing from the Old Mill District and Superfund Site)
You can probably lift some decorating ideas from some of my neighbors down the street. The ubiquitous blue tarp can be held down with all manner of tethers and ties, perhaps even some light strings and mini-gnomes. Get creative!
That would certainly flip your 1000 hours, wouldn’t it?! You’d probably find yourself inundated with streams of friends bushwhacking their way to bringing you pot roast and cookies.
Which reminds me, there is a big buffalo roast in my freezer just waiting to be thawed, tossed into a pot, and then roasted up with carrots, taters, onions, and the still-warm hearts of a few of my enemies.
I'm about certain my ultimate domicile will be living in my truck somewhere. When that happens I'll partially cover it with a blue tarp too just to make it feel more Nine Mile "homey."
(as I post this the garbage truck is out in the street almost like those bastards planned the added ambiance for my writing from the Old Mill District and Superfund Site)
You can probably lift some decorating ideas from some of my neighbors down the street. The ubiquitous blue tarp can be held down with all manner of tethers and ties, perhaps even some light strings and mini-gnomes. Get creative!
I thought about holding it down partially with another of my broke-down hoopties.
That would certainly flip your 1000 hours, wouldn’t it?! You’d probably find yourself inundated with streams of friends bushwhacking their way to bringing you pot roast and cookies.
Pot roast! Cookies!
Literally it was my first thought. “Chris is going to live in a truck; I’d better make some pot roast.” 😇
Which reminds me, there is a big buffalo roast in my freezer just waiting to be thawed, tossed into a pot, and then roasted up with carrots, taters, onions, and the still-warm hearts of a few of my enemies.
Enemy hearts make the very best pot roast.
Partway through the opening, I was going to mention “The Pedestrian,” but then there it was! I’m with Charlotte there—you made my heart yearn too.
Have you read the Murderbot books? If you like sci fi you might really enjoy them.
Thank you! And no, I haven't read those books ... I will check them out!
They’re super fun and the first 4 are novellas, so they’re quick reads. I’d love to know what you think of them!
Library hold has been placed!
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In my best teacher-y way, this is an excellent persuasive essay, you've made my heart yearn with you.
Also, my dad used to sing us Little Houses, from the Pete Seger, Live at Carnegie Hall album.
A compliment from a teacher's heart always makes me happy. Thank you!
I lived in that subdevelooment by the freeway for a number of years…it wasn’t as cool as it sounds…
I recall picking up a couch there and the streets were hella icy and narrow.
Anna, I just wanted to say that I really love your writing. Thank you for this post, and for all the wonderful ones to come.
Thank you, Ben! I appreciate the reads and your comment!