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The ice cream stand departs
Friday, June 9th, 2006 07:23 pmFourteen years after the procedure that was supposed to be done in six months, we are finally free of the Maine Department of Environmental Persecution. OK, so the testing wells still need to be filled with flowable fill, capped and landscaped, and the bare spot at the corner of the driveway where the testing station (aka "the ice cream stand") sat for so many years needs to be graded and graveled, but these are minor things, and hardly a speck upon our shiny new freedom.
The moving of the ice cream stand was the shining apex of the day. Otherwise, got off to a rocky morning (Note to self: do not take the new drug on an empty stomach, no matter what it says on the label), which meant I didn't get to the gym 'til late, which meant that it was more crowded than I like, though not impossibly so. Also saw the sun for two brief twenty minute periods, before the clouds closed in again, just lately producing rain. All of my old war wounds are complaining, loudly, and suing for a move to Arizona.
No checks in the mail, nor reversion letters, either; Mr. Spielberg did not call to offer the Standard Rich and Famous Contract; the elves did not finish writing Carousel Tides for me last night...
Still not king.
The weekend looks to be shaping up wet, for a change. I do believe I'll stay in and write.
Progress on Carousel Tides
The moving of the ice cream stand was the shining apex of the day. Otherwise, got off to a rocky morning (Note to self: do not take the new drug on an empty stomach, no matter what it says on the label), which meant I didn't get to the gym 'til late, which meant that it was more crowded than I like, though not impossibly so. Also saw the sun for two brief twenty minute periods, before the clouds closed in again, just lately producing rain. All of my old war wounds are complaining, loudly, and suing for a move to Arizona.
No checks in the mail, nor reversion letters, either; Mr. Spielberg did not call to offer the Standard Rich and Famous Contract; the elves did not finish writing Carousel Tides for me last night...
Still not king.
The weekend looks to be shaping up wet, for a change. I do believe I'll stay in and write.
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