"How far to go? I cannot say. How many more will journy this way?" [Enya, Storms in Africa]
You know, if I made money on writing stuff, i'd so be sufferning from writer's block.
I've had ideas for poems for the past little while now, but I'm not around a pen or piece of paper..by the time I get to some, the idea has flitted away from my forever churning mind.
Then, when I sit my ass down to write, I get nothing. Nada, zip.
I spoke to a few people, and they tell me that EVERY writer goes through this in one form or another.
I'm thinking that's why my blog has been suffering as well. Nothing really to talk about....
Well, that's not entirely true.
This weekend was pretty hellish!
Oh yeah, take a seat, put your feet up, grab some popcorn, cause this is entertaining.
So, after work on friday, 8am, I promised to help my friend, we'll call him Boap, move into my appartment.
Long story short, he and his girlfriend broke up and he needed to get out quick...since he just bought a car he needed a cheap place to stay.
Hence, I let him stay with me, dirt cheap.
So, 8am I go home and he's there, waiting for me. We head to the truck rental place, and get the truck. A big truck...but old...old OLD!
It's an old disel truck, with standard transmission. Some genius at the rental place decided it would be a good idea to place a sticker over the gear shift, so you can't see the gear positions...you sort of have to guess. Oddly enough, reverse was all the way to the left and up, when it's normally all the way to the right, and down.
SO, we head to his place, and he doesn't have everything packed yet. We start to move and pack and rest and move and pack.
Oh, did I mention it was only the two of us? Yeah, just the two of us...w00t.
12 hours later. We're done. Weeee!
But, there were headaches in between. It seems the suspension of the truck( called "air ride suspension") didn't work quite as well as we hoped, and two pieces of furniture got destroyed. Fortunatly, one of them seems to be salvagable with some glue and many large spikes.
At about 4, we realized the storage place closed at 7, so we had to hurry up. We got there around 6:45, and managed to unpack everything by 7:30, which is when the guy was going to kick us out. Oh, he was going to be there all night, but i guess opening the gate was a real problem for him after 7:00pm. Must be MS or some serious disease.
Oh yeah, when I hopped into the truck, I was flabberghasted to discover that the seatbelts were only the lap straps...no shoulder straps at all. I thought that was illegal at this point. Just goes to show the age of this vehicle.
So, when all was said and done, we go to raise the ramp to leave my appartment, and return the truck.
The ramp won't raise. It keeps getting stuck on something unseen from our vanatage point.
After 10 minutes of slamming the damn thing around, the neighbours decide to investigate. 2 of them came out to see what was going on, and decided to help us in our plight.
so I end up climbing underneath and discovering the problem...these two hooks were in the way. Apparently part of the track wasn't working right, which was supposed to guide the ramp over these hooks. So Boap climbs underneath as well, and pushes up with his legs as we slide the ramp in.
Sucess. Man I was looking for a way to rip the ramp off the hinges at that point...luckily, my neighbours are good people. I shook their hands and thanked them.
So, by the time all was said and done, we got some food, i took a bath for my aching muscles, I had been up for 32 hours straight. I went to bed, and crashed before touching the bed.
That was a wierd feeling since I normally toss and turn for a few hours before falling asleep.
Saturday and sundays were normal days, and, i think thanks to the bath, I feel no muscle pain. yipeee!!
Ok, so I lied, I did have a lot to talk about. Funny how thoughts creep up on you.
Next installment...the Odd couple...like with Boap....=D