/202308180710

Learned that the sweetest sound ever is the sound of a downpour outside lacking in the accompanying sound of water flooding into the basement. Basement repairs so worth it... Also: started RDR on Switch last night and, other than its janky controls which have carried over from the original and an inability – though maybe I simply haven't found it yet – to doff my hat at passersby, it reminded me why I love the game so much; my crush on Bonnie MacFarlane remains intact – and now, portable... Random notion: would love to have a weekly or bi-weekly or monthly column somewhere else (again). No clue about what but there it is, cast adrift in this, our connective ether.

/202308171717

All construction is done: no more windows and doors held together with tape. Presently basking in the glow of a door that shuts without throwing my shoulder into it.

/202308151515

We have a side door. And two new windows in The Paintshop. And two new basement windows that aren’t blown out by floodwaters and held in with boards, cardboard, sprayfoam caulking, and tape. All that remains is the trim and pretty-ness. Victory.

/202308150746

Towards a begrudging acceptance and perpetual reminder that my writing method is far more chaotic than the OCD parts of me (not nipped by meds) would like, consisting mostly of staring at and iterating random snippets until they start to congeal into something worthwhile, a process of processing – usually in my weird hybrid script/prose draft-form – that takes far longer that I'd like to happen to happen. Hoping to get in my second workblock this afternoon, especially if they're working on the side door and basement windows and out of the Paintshop – though I'm mentally prepared for it to be at least Thursday until I get something of a semblance of space and time and solitude. Glass block guys are here and, of course, the basement windows aren’t standard size…