Second Wind
At the beginning of March I paid off the end of another debt.
I felt pretty good, I dealt with the necessary things I usually have to do.
I went out and bought an orbital sander which made the task of sanding 150% easier.
With the Orbital Sander 30 minutes would get six hours of work done instead of by hand.
I got back to work on the guitar, the shop warmed up enough that I could work comfortably.
I didn't have an excuse not to, I checked in with Dave asking him if he needed any women's clothes, for his daughter's.
I had it in the back of my mind that maybe he would count it towards shop credit.
He wouldn't so I ended up taking it to good will.
I ended up taking my grandmother out to see 300 as my friend could not make it down.
I didn't think this would be a good idea but I'd wanted to see it.
It was probably more of a way to snub my friend.
I couldn't deal with the 3D glasses very well, there was so much going on that it was hard to follow.
My grandmother liked the movie, I had to stop her from talking through it.
I felt bad that there was a sex scene, and here I am with my grandma.
Shoulda went to another movie
I also went back to this specialized lumber yard and bought a block of mahogany.
I'd cut myself by mistake on the chisels, and I'd been wearing a bandage.
I was getting pretty used to the cuts by now from the chisels.
Always helps to have a grandma by to help tend to these wounds.
I cut into the redwood neck with full force as if I was working with my old chisels.
It was the first very large gash I'd had from the chisels and the new gloves did nothing to stop the sharp edges. .
I learned to work slow, something Dave had mentioned but I choose to ignore.
I also accepted that I needed to use clamps when chiseling away.
It makes the work easier leaving your other hand free, it also prevents cutting yourself.
I was trying to get as much done as possible, in as little time as possible.
I realized I still needed tools, I needed skew chisels to carve the neck curve.
I knew I needed to bend the ribs in a bit more and try to keep the ribs from rubber banding.
I could feel some part of me slipping away, maybe it was something I was holding onto.
I ended up realizing that the novel I was working on wasn't important, yes it was personal, but fictitiously rearranged to make more sense, I was working in two halves as myself and as someone else. I was trying to figure out why, we never ended up together. I was writing as if I were her, trying to piece together what she was experiencing.
I realize now that novelizing it may have got me money, may have even brought closure to a deeply buried secret.
I knew that all of that had to be confronted eventually but I wanted it on my own terms.
Love though is not about making a quick buck on a personal tragedy it is about communicating what you know to the person you hurt.
So I told her part of what I remembered from all those years ago.
But I have to write and whether it is important to me, or important to my grandma.
I have to keep writing for her this time, shes eighty five, she has years more experience and plenty of good stories to tell.
It gave me something to shoot for, while facing distraction, or disinterest in my own work.
An interactive narrative is always a lot more interesting with her, and a few pages everyday keeps me busy.
Along with the guitar, I now have more side projects and stuff is piling up.
I am hoping to have the guitar finished if all goes right it should come out okay, though not perfect.
It all felt like a second wind, and I even went out for a run more often.
I also decided I had to kick the smoking habit, that it was doing no good for my health.
Why do Yoga then if you're still going to push bad chemicals into your body.
Lastly I had a breakthrough with the time displacement idea.
I didn't want to have to think about it and I had my own reasons for its delay.
I wasn't sure about something and it all had to do with my own memory.
Things will start happening faster, but I must remind myself that I still have to think for myself.
Not to let a negative experience push me away
I even went off trail.
I've also decided to post another married with children post.
I felt pretty good, I dealt with the necessary things I usually have to do.
I went out and bought an orbital sander which made the task of sanding 150% easier.
With the Orbital Sander 30 minutes would get six hours of work done instead of by hand.
I got back to work on the guitar, the shop warmed up enough that I could work comfortably.
I didn't have an excuse not to, I checked in with Dave asking him if he needed any women's clothes, for his daughter's.
I had it in the back of my mind that maybe he would count it towards shop credit.
He wouldn't so I ended up taking it to good will.
I ended up taking my grandmother out to see 300 as my friend could not make it down.
I didn't think this would be a good idea but I'd wanted to see it.
It was probably more of a way to snub my friend.
I couldn't deal with the 3D glasses very well, there was so much going on that it was hard to follow.
My grandmother liked the movie, I had to stop her from talking through it.
I felt bad that there was a sex scene, and here I am with my grandma.
Shoulda went to another movie
I also went back to this specialized lumber yard and bought a block of mahogany.
I'd cut myself by mistake on the chisels, and I'd been wearing a bandage.
I was getting pretty used to the cuts by now from the chisels.
Always helps to have a grandma by to help tend to these wounds.
I cut into the redwood neck with full force as if I was working with my old chisels.
It was the first very large gash I'd had from the chisels and the new gloves did nothing to stop the sharp edges. .
I learned to work slow, something Dave had mentioned but I choose to ignore.
I also accepted that I needed to use clamps when chiseling away.
It makes the work easier leaving your other hand free, it also prevents cutting yourself.
I was trying to get as much done as possible, in as little time as possible.
I realized I still needed tools, I needed skew chisels to carve the neck curve.
I knew I needed to bend the ribs in a bit more and try to keep the ribs from rubber banding.
I could feel some part of me slipping away, maybe it was something I was holding onto.
I ended up realizing that the novel I was working on wasn't important, yes it was personal, but fictitiously rearranged to make more sense, I was working in two halves as myself and as someone else. I was trying to figure out why, we never ended up together. I was writing as if I were her, trying to piece together what she was experiencing.
I realize now that novelizing it may have got me money, may have even brought closure to a deeply buried secret.
I knew that all of that had to be confronted eventually but I wanted it on my own terms.
Love though is not about making a quick buck on a personal tragedy it is about communicating what you know to the person you hurt.
So I told her part of what I remembered from all those years ago.
But I have to write and whether it is important to me, or important to my grandma.
I have to keep writing for her this time, shes eighty five, she has years more experience and plenty of good stories to tell.
It gave me something to shoot for, while facing distraction, or disinterest in my own work.
An interactive narrative is always a lot more interesting with her, and a few pages everyday keeps me busy.
Along with the guitar, I now have more side projects and stuff is piling up.
I am hoping to have the guitar finished if all goes right it should come out okay, though not perfect.
It all felt like a second wind, and I even went out for a run more often.
I also decided I had to kick the smoking habit, that it was doing no good for my health.
Why do Yoga then if you're still going to push bad chemicals into your body.
Lastly I had a breakthrough with the time displacement idea.
I didn't want to have to think about it and I had my own reasons for its delay.
I wasn't sure about something and it all had to do with my own memory.
Things will start happening faster, but I must remind myself that I still have to think for myself.
Not to let a negative experience push me away
I even went off trail.
I've also decided to post another married with children post.
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