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a space alien driving a human-shaped vehicle
Sunday, November 5 2017
This afternoon while Gretchen and Neville were doing their Sunday shift at the bookstore in Woodstock, I consumed 150 milligrams of pseudoephedrine and then did some work on Gretchen's screened-in porch. After taking several careful measurements to determined where the northeast and southeast poles orthogonally align with the house, I cut off some clapboard and attached a 12 foot long two by eight to the house under the french doors into Gretchen's library. This would be the attachment for the deck part of the porch, though it would need a much more solid connection to the house than the several stainless steel screws I'd used. I would need some half-inch galavanized lag bolts to do a proper job, and this would mean driving to a hardware store. If I was going to be driving around, I wanted to have a, well, road beverage (the way guys who work on such things always do). To have that, I would first need to fulfill an art requirement. To that end, I painted a tiny (1 inch by two inch) painting of a black widow spider. The plan was then to fix myself a road cocktail and drive out to the Tibetan Center thrift store en route to the Home Depot on 9W. But after I'd loaded up Ramona in the Subaru, I turned the key and... nothing. Evidently the battery had died. And without the other car available, I had no way to start it. So I took a walk south down the Farm Road and back home northward along the top of the bluff just to its west. The weather was cool and cloudy but not uncomfortably so. I felt a little like a space alien driving a human-shaped vehicle, which was probably an effect of the pseudoephedrine.
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