Right-Handed

Drives me crazy, I've mentioned before, but there are a percentage of right-handed drivers, that use cell phones when driving, and favor their right ear, so they hold the phone with the left hand, across their body. These people are dangerous. My refrigerator is dying and it's driving me crazy. I have to kill the breaker when I'm home, sounds like a bunch of cats fighting. Stuffing envelopes this morning, alone at the staff table, I thought about a guy from Janitor College. There's always a rich kid, right? And we had James Roote IV, a rather simple lad, and the parents had sent him to us in the hopes that he might detox from an adventurous series of misadventures. Wrong place to send someone to detox. Among ourselves, we referred to the campus as The Stoned Cold Capital Of The World. Quad, as we came to call him, had an assortment of Chihuly bongs in a Louis XV sideboard and flew in pot from Humboldt County. Eating 4,000 calories a day, we had a high resistance to alcohol, smoked strong pot as a matter of course, often ended another brutal day of classes at Quad's place, where we'd grill steaks and drink moonshine until we couldn't tell night from day. The good old days. I need to get to town tomorrow and get some cash. Mike Sissel is coming to grade the driveway and the local economy is strictly cash, used bills, no questions asked. The driveway graded. One of those points where you stop and tap your skull. What? Is it all about access? Whitehead opened the door, but it was Wittgenstein who finally stated clearly that it was ok to be uncertain. It comes down to a bad refrigerator. Phone was out again last night, dead trees from the fire on Mackletree starting to give up the ghost as the fall winds begin to blow. Slept late, 8 o'clock, then a slow trip to town, stopping to pick up some pre-cut firewood at the wood dump. Three loads of red maple in three days. Got cash at the ATM then lunched at the pub, talked with D about the immediate future. Anxious to see the new and improved driveway, headed home, going slowly up the creek because the dappled light through half-bare trees was blinding. As I expected Mike needed more material to repair the driveway and that meant digging into the uphill slope and that meant the grader ditch is gone. Need to re-dig 3 or 4 hundred feet of ditch. I can't even think about it. However, the actual driveway is a thing of beauty. You could drive any vehicle both up and down, the difference between night and day. Access is an issue. Because of the chamber, if the rains fall in our favor, we can use the drainage to our advantage. Bottom line is that I need to be on the driveway with a shovel the next time it rains hard. The catchments for the culverts need to be dug out. A world of work that needs to be done. I'd be better off selling pencils or apples.