September 21, 2003

• Fall at Felony Flats

  
  

  That was going to be the title for a photo blog about the flea market strip on the edge of Wasilla where Greyfox has lived in a little cabin all summer, and where he sets up his roadside stand to sell knives, videos, etc.  I have pictures of him, his cabin and some of the other dwellings around there, the scenic murals painted on some of the walls by a local artist, plus some of the animal life and vegetation I saw a few days ago as I hung around there waiting for my car to get out of the shop.

  
  

  Xanga is not letting me upload images.  I’m frustrated.  Frustration seems to be the theme of the present time for me.  Maybe it will be better soon, what with Mercury no longer retrograde.  Yesterday was so extremely weird it was laughable.  I was so confused and inarticulate on the phone with Greyfox that I said something sorta apologetic about the “idiot in me coming out.”  Greyfox suggested that I was getting in touch with my inner idiot.  At least one of us has a way with words.

  
  

  I inadvertently posted that title yesterday, meant to make it private and get back to it later when Xanga might be more accepting of my photos… just in case any of my subscribers might be wondering about that.  It was the inner idiot coming out, that’s all.  Xanga’s not the only place where I’m trying and failing to do things right.  I bought an old track lighting fixture for Doug’s room at a thrift shop.  It had been wired directly into house current and my plan was to splice a cord onto it with a male plug and get it working. 

  
  

  Apparently, the thing was defective… either the fixture itself, or the cord and plug I spliced on… or my inner idiot, maybe.  But I don’t see how THAT one could have been me.  Few things are simpler than matching black to black, white to white, green to green, twisting wires together, and taping it all up.  That’s what I did, but when I plugged it in nothing happened… including ZAPS and blown circuit breakers, so I guess I can be thankful for that.

  
  

  I don’t know whether to be thankful or anxious that Greyfox might be moving back in here sooner than planned… or only just slightly later than originally planned but sooner than the new revised plan, and this is beginning to read as if the inner idiot is coming back out again.  The owner of the strip along the highway wants him to vacate the cabin early so a friend can move in.  When we talked last night, Greyfox was undecided whether to accomodate the request or sit tight.  My inner idiot was unhelpful to him in making that decision.  I guess I could phone him and find out if any answers came to him as he slept, but he’s probably still sleeping, and I haven’t had my coffee yet.

  
  

  …and what’s this idiot doing sitting here pecking away at a keyboard at the crack of dawn without her coffee, anyway….

  
  

  Later, all!

  
  

  

  • 11:43 am
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