family stories are down. Will be for the foreseeable future. I feel very conflicted about it, but I’m sticking to my guns. Time to grow up and not have to worry that the person I’m talking to has read every private moment of my personal development. I’m working on lots of new things although I’m distressed that my publication record over the last year is -2 ebooks.
I need to keep working until I’m better than I ever was.
Thanks for the downloads. We made a couple of top Amazon lists across the board and overall it was pretty successful.
I almost died or was at least severely injured today. I’ve been good at being outside and doing things since the GF has been here. She’s the warp-core in my starship. I even got motivated to reclaim the wasteland of my backyard. Anyway, as part of the backyard reclamation, I was burning some old fence panels and yard waste when I picked up a piece of OSB… and lo and behold on the bottom of that board was a yellowjacket hive with about 200 bees.
Woke me right up.
So there I was in my yard, holding a board full of bees who were none too happy about being disturbed. I got stung on the back of the neck and that got my heart pounding, but I knew it would be a dumbass move to drop the board and run. I needed an escape plan.
I shouted for the GF, remembered she was allergic, then shouted at her not to come out but not before she was in the backyard. She went white when she saw me holding the Bee Board. I told her to walk slowly back inside, leave the door open but with the curtains pulled in front of it and to go into my bedroom and close the door.
I felt like Jack Bauer in that moment.
Moving very, very slowly I grabbed a nearby rake and lowered the bee board an inch at a time over about five minutes. I propped up the board with a rake so when I let go of it, the hive wouldn’t smash and release a few hundred angry bees. The release was successful and I ran inside at warp speed.
A couple of minutes later I went out with some bee-killer, wearing every article of clothing I own and took out the nest. Which was also successful. Very scary series of moments. But the bees are dead and I am not, and that’s what matters.
I took the GF out for ice cream. Went to a “shoppe” in the downtown area of my rural Idahoan town. They had some religious stuff painted above the ice cream about how all things are possible with God. I don’t know what it has to do with ice cream, but I don’t judge.
I was stressed from the bees and the loss of 800+ pages of my writing and was definitely down for some ice cream. I figured the scoops might be small so I got a three-scoop waffle cone, only for the scoops to be huge. So now I’m walking around downtown with an ice cream cone melting all over my hand. It’s an untenable predicament so we stop to look at a mural of some horses and sit down.
Then a homeless man approached us and talked at us. For some reason I have a very easy affinity with homeless people (I think they sense my “offness”) and will generally be approached and talked to if one sees me. I don’t really judge even though I use the term “homeless” as I always figure I’ll probably end up that way one day because I have so much trouble caring about things like houses or backyards or “having a life.”
He started with an explanation that he used to live in the building where the mural had been painted. There was a fire in that building and someone named “Chief” was murdered. Chief used to help the “Street People” in the area. Jared (he never introduced himself, but I figured out that was his name because he’d do impressions of people talking to him when he told his story and they always addressed him as Jared) also showed us his walking stick with an iron eagle at the head, which means that he is now sworn to protect Street People.
He progressed into an explanation that thirty years back he took some pills full of mescaline, strychnine and acid to test out their lethality for a friend of his. This caused him to melt and the universe to melt and the devil took hold of his brain and he flew out among the Galaxies like in Cosmos. He swore he got in a car after that, but then remembered this was a different story.
Some drug suppliers threatened to kill him and he found God and swore off everything but alcohol, which he then gave up 22 years ago. We flashed back to when his father abused him terribly until Jared became a logger and when he got home from logging, he was ready to fight his father, only his father asked for Jared’s forgiveness and said he’d found God. Jared forgave him.
Later, Jared’s son heard a story from Jared’s father where Jared’s father was fighting in a B-52 bomber which had naked pictures of Bridgette Garbo (he apologized to my GF when he brought this up, though I just now realized he must have either been talking about Greta Garbo or Bridgette Bardot) all over the place and a painting of shark jaws on the front. Anyhow, in the story, Jared’s father got scared during a firefight and his hand wouldn’t move off the trigger of the rear gun but he took out a whole squadron of Japanese fighters accidentally and was praised as a hero.
Jared then announced he’d taken enough of our time, held out his hand but not in a handshake gesture, but rather pointed up toward the sky. Maybe that means something to him. Anyway, I took it and said pleased to meet you and was surprised to find I was pleased to meet him and told my GF I felt happy and fulfilled after he’d left.
I made some mutterings about “See why I never go outside?” and then the GF said she had been somewhat off put by the experience and she started to discuss Jared. I asked her not to until we got home as I didn’t want to risk him overhearing. I explained I wasn’t worried about drawing his attention back so much as hurting his feelings. People like Jared don’t have a lot of dignity to lose.
I picked up what he was actually saying was: I am human, I exist, I have a life and I am happy to see you and that you are human and that you exist and that you have a life. Which, when you think about it that way, makes it kind of hard to fault anyone for wanting to speak with you even if you’re not prepared.
I realized, Jared told me about his life because no one would care to ask him about it. That made me appreciate more fully how very nice it was, that for a long stretch of time, people wanted to hear about mine and I didn’t have to ask. Thank you all for that.