[82] Screed City
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01/19/2022 Wednesday. Kitchen Microwave. Beaver Haus. Lower Granville, Vermont.
Brother Luke's birthday! Happy Birthday, Boi! I would be there with you in Portland if it wasn't for this damn diahhrea. Just joking. Everyone knows it was Omicron that did it. Hope you have a good one!
Gnarly righteous flake around these parts. I drove up to Stowe Mountain to check the scene. I mean, that place is something else. They have gondola rides and everything. I think when Professor Curly comes back, if she comes back, I will insist we go up there and blast a few rips. She can ski and I can horseshoe up the side of the mountain. Do a gondola ride and meet up in the Lodge afterwards for some hot cocoa. I mean, there is a place near there called the Purple Donkey. Which has "Killer Brews, Dank Apps and One Kick-Ass Burger." You know? Because it is the Purple Donkey.
Made some Cubby Bubby filling today. I guess I will make some Cubby Bubbys tomorrow. It has been a while. But, I mean, like riding a bike or whatever. I never did calculate how many I made last year. 40 times like 16 weeks. 640, plus all the extra ones. I mean, my guess is closer to 1,000 of the little beasts. This year I will keep better notes. I mean, I can feel it. My time is coming. A big change. I mean that in a very positive way. I just need to keep my shit together. Focus. I mean, that is kind of the whole premise of Soft Elbows. Which, if I have learned anything since moving to Vermont, my fiction is a direct reflection of what is going on in my mind sub-consciously. So, I mean, I got that going for me. But a big change nonetheless. I mean, the projector came today. I can start working on the cover for Dishwasher tomorrow. Two new Donkey subscribers have come down the pike. Soft Elbows is almost done. I think this is about the One Year anniversary for Screed City. Although it wasn't always called that. I made four new hot sauces today. Because the receptacles came. Also the air-locks came. So, I mean, I don't know exactly, but soon, I will be making my own Ticklers. I dropped the radio application in the mail yesterday. Sent some merch shirts to the City and Tulsa, Oklahoma. I mean, did I tell you about the snow shoes? When did that happen? Yesterday? I mean, if yes, then allow me to broken record you, if I didn't tell you, well, this is all fresh news.
I put the new boots on. The ones Professor Curly got me for X-mas. Laced them up real good. Went outside. Put the snow shoes on. Walked out into the gnarly fresh flake. Lexington Steele deep. I had the poles as well. Walked around the corner. Said to myself, I don't need gloves, I am hot as shit. I got to the corner of the house. A freezing wind blew. Like really fucking cold. I reached into my coat pockets. Oh! I also had put the snow pants on that Guy mailed me. And my Winter coat. The gloves were not in the coat. I had to walk back to the front door. Take the snow shoes off. Went inside. Found the gloves. Went back outside. Put the snow shoes on again. This time I put my fingerless gloves on because I was still hot as shit. I got to the corner. Another cold ass wind blew my way. I took the gloves out of my pockets. The Winter gloves. Put them on. Then, away I went!
The corn field between Beaver Haus and the river is about half a mile. Maybe more. Maybe a mile. I mean, it was just a vast sea of gnarly flake and emptiness. I mean, I was just walking is all. But I had the snow shoes on and the snow was a foot deep in most places, more than that in other places. I mean, I don't know if you have ever used snow shoes, but my god. You have to lift your knees up to your hips every step you take. And since nobody had walked on the snow before I had to break the trail. I mean, my point is, it was a lot of work. Every step was a workout. But I persisted. I could see where I was going, so it was mostly just an endurance thing. I mean, I had a glass jar filled with water that I put into the inside pocket of my Winter coat. Which, I mean, I almost didn't do. I mean, I could see where I was going when I was standing in the kitchen. Looking out the window. I mean, it was because I was already hot as shit that I brought the jar of water with me. I mean, before I put the lid on I drank an entire jar of water. Because I was thirsty.
I pushe on. Kept pushing. It was around 3p. I assumed I would see the Publisher cruising down the road to pick Grit up from the bus drop-off. I didn't. I looked at every car that went by. None of them were the Publisher. I pushed on. It was hard. I worked hard. I did a great job. I eventually got to the river. I had to go around some trees to get to the river proper. When I got there I just kind of looked at the water. Like always, with Vermont streams and rivers I wanted to jump in. The water was just so fresh and clean and inviting. I thought a little bit about Spalding Grey jumping off the ferry to Staten Island. Which he did in the Winter. Which I always thought was kind of the craziest part of his suicide. I mean, sure, jump off the Staten Island Ferry, I mean, that was his prerogative, but to do it in the Winter? That is just masochistic if you ask me. I mean, I didn't jump in the river. I just wanted to. And not for suicide reasons, but because it seemed so refreshing.
I turned around. Walked back. Oh, when I was standing at the river I took my Winter gloves off. I had the fingerless gloves on still. Under the Winter gloves. I mean, I took the jar of water out and had some drinks. Which, I mean, I doubt I would have, but I kind of wanted to drink some of that water. In the river. The stream. But because I had that jar of water with me. I mean. I put it back. Turned around. Walked back. The going back was easier. Mostly because it was the last part and not the first part. When I got to Beaver Haus I took the snow shoes off. Went inside. I was even hotter than before. I took all of the Winter stuff off. The boots. I was shaking. Not because I was hot, but because it was such a big work-out. I mean, then I made myself some tacos and immediately forgot about it. I mean, I did have plans to do it again today, but the weather was junk. Overcast. Warmer than yesterday, but gloomy as hell. I wasn't really feeling it. I mean, that is why I took Junior Mint out to get some exercise, because I couldn't bring myself to go on a snow shoe walk. I mean, one of these days, maybe on Monday I am going to walk the trail from above Granville to Texas Falls. I would need the Publisher's help though. I mean, maybe I could time it where she picks me up on her way to pick up Grit from the school bus. Then we get Grit and she can bring me back to Junior Mint, which I think I will need to leave in Granville. Because that access road is closed after December 15th. Which I learned when I was scouting out the Loneliest Bench 10 Mile course back in the Fall.
I mean, January is almost over. Which is good. The first floor of this house is still having heating issues. I reset the programming to run at 65 F at all times. Which worked for a couple days. Now it is back to running at 63 F at all times. I have changed nothing. Butwhatever, I would rather it stays at 63 F and doesn't overheat the place and burn all the gas than to have it do that. 63 F is okay enough. I would prefer it to be 65 F or even 67 F, but so what? I mean, err on the side of moderation is my motto. My credo. My idiom. Always in moderation. That is how I have kept so slim and maintained my youthful good looks.
I mean, I don't really have much to say today. I have said most of it. Nothing has changed. Or, everything has changed. Either way, it is all the same. I kind of want to work more on Soft Elbows, so I think I will do that now.
Sayonara suckers!