THINGS TO DO BEFORE DYING
Jam with Tom Waits
I saw a wandering black bear on the side of the road on the way to the Pittsburgh show yesterday. That was also pretty awesome. Yesterday ranks as one of the most awesome days ever, actually. Heh, you may be able to hear my voice here.
Trent's first words upon meeting me were "You exist!" which goes some way towards describing the ridiculously elongated state of limbo in which I've been stuck. Now I can finally look my friends in the eye without fear of shame or biting rejection! Alleluia! Allah akbar! Ia, Ia, Cthulhu f'taghn! Life is sweet.
Praise be to Meathead (now three cubed years old), Cliff, Rob, and Matt, or as I prefer, Mormolyke's Personal Starlight Foundation.
For those who were worried about the flooding, never fear, after pumping the water out of our basement, our house in Downingtown is good as new. Er, I mean, good as a fixer-upper. Harrisburg wasn't hit as hard as many expected, so our apartment containing all our stuff is dry too.
The Downingtown house is now free of wallpaper in one and a half rooms. However, I had a very interesting experience earlier this week in which I tugged on the basement light pullstring, only to have the entire lightbulb assembly come loose in my hand, leaving rotting exposed live wires protruding from a ceiling beam ... while I was standing in a half-inch puddle of water. After a few moments of frozen shock (figuratively speaking), I backed slowly away and ran from the room. I was probably never in real danger, but it took a little while to quell my shaking. Electricity is a rush!