mudder

[a_muse_d]

of a twelve hour kinda thing




Julie







Monday was one day of rock. The rest of the week is this.

Julie and I prefer to be escorted up the hill narrow by the quarry yard trucks but I'll venture without if I have to wait too long.

"Wide spot to the crusher"
"Yellow shed to the pit"
"Blue house to mailboxes, pit, times two" (meaning two trucks together)

Like that. All fucking day. Until ours peel off up a steep and narrow to a small dirt dump on top, while theirs continue to the excavator and get loaded with large rocks to be taken down to the crusher to make various sizes of gravel.

Rinse. Repeat.


All my choices in life have led me to exactly where I am today. My god, what choices I've made.

Yesterday was frustrating and maddening and I was in tears. Texted Spin. He got worried and said don't bring the grill into the bedroom, please. I love you. I won't. I'm ok. Bad day at black rock, is all.




Has anyone seen the movie, "Gerry"? Matt Damon Casey Affleck?

Spin and I use a line all the time of a situation. How do you think the hike is going so far?



Mu Ch'i? You are warm and snugly on my lap here in bed but the tea is gone and time grows short for action this morning.