Saturday, May 14, 2005
Robert Goulet Directing Traffic At 3 PM*



the Brattleboro traffic cop


Fun fact: the cop who invariably ends up directing traffic at the Brat. farmer's market looks exactly like Robert Goulet. I mean exactly; it's doppleganger city. Except our Goulet is in a cop uniform with one of those mountie hats with the little tassels on the front.

I'm hoping that I don't actually have as much crap to pack as it currently looks like I do... when stuff gets spread out, sometimes it looks like a lot more than it really is. Please, please God, let that be true this time. 'Cause I don't want to be up past midnight, I got a long way to go tomorrow.

Taking stuff down to the basement storage room has proven to be more a matter of a controlled fall down the stairs than an orderly pick-up-and-carry thing. I kinda ski the stuff down, carefully bracing myself on each step lest the load produce more momentum than I can resist once gravity takes hold. I'm glad I've been building up my upper-body strength recently -- better sore arms than a sore back.

Everybody else has their mommies and daddies here to haul their shit for them... goddamn self-sufficiency, it's just a pain in the ass.

This blog will probably resume sometime on Tuesday. Thanks for tuning in and, as always, thanks for your support.

PS: Hey Smithers, why don't you post something while I'm gone? You still got the keys, right?

PPS: A sure sign of of a sad zeitgeist: the computer is the very, very last thing to be packed up.

Update: It's midnight, I'm packed (apart from the computer, obviously), and I only have a few trips up and down those goddamn stairs tomorrow. All is well.



* Ha! I made a secret funny (though not a very good one.)
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