“Most of them guys they work and work at it and never get far from home,” Rus said as we watched some bluegrass singer on the tv. “They come from that part of the country where you can’t go to the other side of the mountain without getting your ass shot off.”
He headed out to Orlando Florida today to see a tractor show. Big ol’ antique tractor meet, people trailering in their restored iron horses and showcasing the labor of love that births hand forged crankshafts for one of a kind kerosene powered tillers.
He fought off the big C last fall and I got a little worried to think of him flying on his own across the country. But then he showed me something. He went down to Radio Shack all by hisself and bought a new cell phone. “So my brother-in-law can pick me up at the airport.”
I noticed what looked like a circle drawn in red crayon around one button. “Why’d you circle that one?” I asked.
“That’s so I know what to push for my speakerphone.”
“I’m real proud of you Russel,” I said. I meant it.
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This was a weird sign to see a day after buying a domain with a very similar name.
Step two in adulthood. I spent $50 dollars on new pillows this afternoon.
As a symbol of my maturity, I’m patching up the holes from an angrier time.
Update: I used stucco mix by accident. Take two tomorrow.
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does fine till the hills
If you see an example out there in your world where that title would be appropriate, take a picture and send it to me. Chirag and Elliot built me a new work website. There’s not much up there yet, we just went live. Check out rolston hauls
Remember, it’s not finished yet. It’ll get better. Feel free to leave suggestions below.
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The neighbors I only say hi to because they speak Cantonese came into the garage last night and gave me a Chinese New Year bag!
notice the black person is doing it all wrong. Be kind to the white guy! Racist!
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Worked alongside Jesse Jameson the other day. “That guy there is a carob tree. Fake chocolate.” As we drove up through Mill Valley he called out which ones he recognized, and it was quite a few. Sweet shade. Plum trees in blossom. Acacia.
“I was on a three day bender,” he said. “I’d go into a bar and my body would say, ‘Really? You’re going in here?’ and I would go on in. I don’t know why. there’s no prize at the bottom of a bottle.”
So I wrote a verse about that today as I drove around the city.
There’s no prize at the bottom of the bottle,
You’re holding brown glass, hollow in your hand
Sometimes things sound better when you’re alone in your truck singing to yourself.
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at the dump this afternoon someone was throwing out all these mannequinns and the bucket loader was coming to snatch them up. It’s a video game, trying to beat the hungry jaws of the machine to the prize. Have you ever seen a pregnant one before? The dump is so educational.
photo posted from my iPhone
I want to thank Sean for not just telling me those words of wisdom, but for painting me an inspirational poster to accompany it. Lately the old boy’s been getting attacked by beetles from all sides. Let’s cheer him on.
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Headed north to Sebastapol. Stopped by Grocery Outlet in Rohnert Park. It’s a reseller of overstock food. And sometimes shoes. It’s like Building 19 in Massachusetts.
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Here we have three versions of fruit rings. I know Shaws is New England. Where are the others from?
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Worked late with Seano. Drank coffee and ate junk food and here’s something you might not know, I get horrible gas.
