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grinding my mental gears

February 9, 2011

Yesterday after I posted about the car in the yard, I took a quick

break and started on what I planned to offer today.  It was, stated

charitably, a piece of incoherent crap.  Concepts refused to make

the short jaunt from my brain to my fingertips, phrases declined

to align themselves properly, and words stood aloof of each other.

Even my spelling betrayed me, looking like something on a Tea

Party protest sign.

 

Apparently I was trying to make some point about how quiet it

was on the farm at the time.  It actually wasn’t.  The main creek

was roaring from recent rains.  Roameo was snoozing at my feet,

farting occasionally and rousing up to seek who dealt it.  I had

one snippet in it I liked — the primordial gospel of frogsong —

but the rest of it was grunt.  I saved the draft and checked my

e-mail.  Maybe I could resuscitate it later.

 

What, I wondered as I deleted chances to enhance my manliness,

is making this labour of love so labourious?  I ruled out the obvious,

Super Bowl letdown, straightaway.  The Packers, led by Bay Area

phenom Aaron Rodgers, had won it, after all.  March Madness is

fast approaching and KU, barring a collapse, will garner a top seed.

Pitchers and catchers for my beloved San Francisco Giants report

to spring training in a week.  And I have all that joy yet from their

world championship to tide me over.

 

I was still sorting through possible explanations when our friend

Lee came rumbling down the driveway.  His truck, already missing

a door, is now missing some vital part of the front suspension.  It

looked like several sumo wrestlers had sparred on the hood.

 

Lee owes us money.  He offered to cut some firewood if he could

borrow our truck.  This was a definite uptick in my day.  Just before

Jude had left for work, she mentioned how I could get some exercise

by restocking the wood sheds.

 

So off Lee went and back to the computer I came.  This to me is multi-

tasking.  I busied myself with some blog housekeeping and research.

When Lee returned with a huge load of wood, he had another friend

with him.  We unloaded the truck and they went back for another

load.  I was still trying to clear my mushy head when they got back.

 

This is the fruit of their efforts, easily six weeks of burning:

 

This, of course, called for a beer.  As we stood around the truck and

talked about manly things (without enhancement), the conversation

naturally turned to vehicles.  Jude and I much prefer manual trans-

missions to automatics.  They’re more fuel efficient and responsive

to the driver, even if we do grind a gear every now and again.

 

Then it sank in.  All I’m doing is shifting gears.  We’ve got the bulk of

winter behind us, spring is within sight.  We can stop thinking so much

about snow tires and start planning gardens and chicken coops.  By the

time Jude got home, my mind was right.  In fact, when she asked me if

I noticed anything different about her, I got it on the third try.

 

And to make the day even better, she had brought home a pizza for

supper. As it baked, I asked her to read the draft of the incoherent crap.

I couldn’t find it.  I had accidentally or “accidentally” deleted it.

 

It’s all good.


 


 



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5 Comments
  1. February 9, 2011 11:58 am

    What was the thing that was different about Jude?! You can’t tease me like that!

    • February 9, 2011 12:33 pm

      I will by e-mail. Modesty forbids it here.

  2. February 9, 2011 12:03 pm

    OK, now let me get this straight…you loaned your truck to a person who lets sumo wrestlers on the hood of HIS truck, and allows them to forcibly remove other portions of his vehicle? You are a brave, brave man!
    I really thought this was going to become a story about what happened to your truck during the hours spent with said person. I think I’ve become too familiar with Murphy and his Minions…waiting for the other shoe to drop!

    • February 9, 2011 12:44 pm

      Who are Murphy and his Minions? I don’t keep up with pop music.

      • February 18, 2011 6:44 pm

        Dang, I’m running slow! Yanno, Murphy and his Minions is a great name for a band…I’d use it but I’m afraid that I would permanently invoke Murphy’s Law, and all of the corollaries!

        Then again…

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