Two jobs are better than one
I am starting to see a pattern here. My cell phone again woke me. Looking back, it seems as though this happens 4 or 5 times a week. This morning, it was Steve Gates. He used a number I was unfamiliar with so I did not answer it and tried to reenter sleepville. When he called me again, I’d left Angus the cat and was back at the estate. He needed some help with a geodesic dome that is being raised in the backyard of a new metaphysical bookstore. I agree to the tasks, which will end up taking 3 hours and 15 minutes. Steve: "It'd be good if you wear one of the 'Living Systems' t-shirts I gave you."
"I'm already wearing it."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
This store’s only been open a week or 2. I’ve never been to it but I am aware of its location. I park my CBR 900 in the front of the store, swing off it and then stare. They painted this place hot pink. Wow, is all I can think.
My first task is to move bundles of poles about 35 yards and stage them at the deck in which the dome will rest. After 3 or 4 laps I start wondering if I am capable of completing this without some kind of injury. The bundles differ in weight. Some are around 40 pounds while other are around 60. There are 23 bundles. Forty-five minutes later, I’ve completed task #1. Task # 2 involves labeling each pole by a letter (identified on the bundle wrapping) with a black sharpie. This ends up taking me over 2 hours.
Next, I head to job number 2: Weedwacking for John. I zip along back roads and arrive there in 5 minutes. I weedwack a few of the gentler areas with John’s newly purchased battery operated weedwacker. This thing is pretty mild and needs to be charged again after just a half hour. Time to get Skip’s Stohl. This things a gasoline powered monster: loud, devastating and proud. I borrow John’s Probe to snag it from the back of Skip’s illin’ cream Toyota.
Before you know it, I am in the backyard amidst the fruit trees, boulders and rocks, tearing up the earth and shredding the weeds that had the nerve to grow back so quickly. John comes back to watch. He’s greatly impressed by this machine. “That’s about 10 times more powerful than the one I just bought. Geez.” I just keep going at it. The amount of time it takes to do this will now be cut in half. John gives me a mask to wear so I don’t breathe in the huge clouds of dust and debris this gasoline powered tornado and I are co creating.
Two and a half hours later, I have finished that job.
Bill gives a call. He wants some help with the sweat lodge he’s having tonight. There’s no way that I am gonna sweat tonight but I will pitch in and support it with my last remnants of sweat.
Andrew has found a new site for the sweat lodge. He uses willow from the end of Matillija Road and bends it in the shape of a dome. He has many people helping him. I contribute by bringing a couple bags of blankets, carrying some wood and hauling a bag of stone people that were gathered outside of Mammoth.
That’s it for this day. Now it is time for some rest and relaxation. I shall hang out with Angus, watch a movie (Criminal) and then soak in the tub. Ahh...
"I'm already wearing it."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
This store’s only been open a week or 2. I’ve never been to it but I am aware of its location. I park my CBR 900 in the front of the store, swing off it and then stare. They painted this place hot pink. Wow, is all I can think.
My first task is to move bundles of poles about 35 yards and stage them at the deck in which the dome will rest. After 3 or 4 laps I start wondering if I am capable of completing this without some kind of injury. The bundles differ in weight. Some are around 40 pounds while other are around 60. There are 23 bundles. Forty-five minutes later, I’ve completed task #1. Task # 2 involves labeling each pole by a letter (identified on the bundle wrapping) with a black sharpie. This ends up taking me over 2 hours.
Next, I head to job number 2: Weedwacking for John. I zip along back roads and arrive there in 5 minutes. I weedwack a few of the gentler areas with John’s newly purchased battery operated weedwacker. This thing is pretty mild and needs to be charged again after just a half hour. Time to get Skip’s Stohl. This things a gasoline powered monster: loud, devastating and proud. I borrow John’s Probe to snag it from the back of Skip’s illin’ cream Toyota.
Before you know it, I am in the backyard amidst the fruit trees, boulders and rocks, tearing up the earth and shredding the weeds that had the nerve to grow back so quickly. John comes back to watch. He’s greatly impressed by this machine. “That’s about 10 times more powerful than the one I just bought. Geez.” I just keep going at it. The amount of time it takes to do this will now be cut in half. John gives me a mask to wear so I don’t breathe in the huge clouds of dust and debris this gasoline powered tornado and I are co creating.
Two and a half hours later, I have finished that job.
Bill gives a call. He wants some help with the sweat lodge he’s having tonight. There’s no way that I am gonna sweat tonight but I will pitch in and support it with my last remnants of sweat.
Andrew has found a new site for the sweat lodge. He uses willow from the end of Matillija Road and bends it in the shape of a dome. He has many people helping him. I contribute by bringing a couple bags of blankets, carrying some wood and hauling a bag of stone people that were gathered outside of Mammoth.
That’s it for this day. Now it is time for some rest and relaxation. I shall hang out with Angus, watch a movie (Criminal) and then soak in the tub. Ahh...
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