I'm leaving 4 am friday for Colorado if I can get all my shit in line. The bike is ready, work is not. Paul kinda wigged out a bit last time I left him with stuff to do for a couple days without my assistance. It's a confidence thing, he can figure stuff out, he just doesn't realize it. I can leave rough guides of written instructions, but any time there's a repair or modification or move of a used hoist (75% of our work time) it's basically solve one problem after another to get the job done. What worked last time may or may not work this time. I worry too much about work, I'm a perfectionist (read: control freak), and when my mind is on work I'm prone to forget that life is a big game the point of which is to have fun or at the very least to be amused. I've got sooo much shit to get in order tomorrow before I can think about splitting. But I do know that once I get on the road my mind will clear right up.
-Oh yeah, the sunrise was phenomenal today and I downed a horsefly early on which always makes me happy. Some of you have heard me speak of my nemesisses (nemesii?) before, others have not. During the summer I probably average four or five good itchy horsefly bites a day. Usually the bites are grouped in the center of the back. These flies are not dumb, not in the least. They know it's harder for you to get them if they land in the middle of your back. And they will wait until you have both hands occupied with an important task. Very often I just have to swear at the little bastard because letting go of whatever is in a hand would be much worse than getting a bite. Whenever I do manage to get one, it's always stunned never dead - they're hearty. So here's "the treatment" clear off the top of the nearest dock box to make a nice clear presentation to the other horseflies. Take the stunned fly, remove his wings and put him on display. I shit you not, as long as he is there out in the open for the others to see we will not be bothered by another one for the rest of the day.
-Oh yeah, the sunrise was phenomenal today and I downed a horsefly early on which always makes me happy. Some of you have heard me speak of my nemesisses (nemesii?) before, others have not. During the summer I probably average four or five good itchy horsefly bites a day. Usually the bites are grouped in the center of the back. These flies are not dumb, not in the least. They know it's harder for you to get them if they land in the middle of your back. And they will wait until you have both hands occupied with an important task. Very often I just have to swear at the little bastard because letting go of whatever is in a hand would be much worse than getting a bite. Whenever I do manage to get one, it's always stunned never dead - they're hearty. So here's "the treatment" clear off the top of the nearest dock box to make a nice clear presentation to the other horseflies. Take the stunned fly, remove his wings and put him on display. I shit you not, as long as he is there out in the open for the others to see we will not be bothered by another one for the rest of the day.