Monday, February 18, 2008

Penciled in

I could explain what I was filming yesterday when Brother #2 took this picture of me ...
... but he does a much better job of it than I would, so go read about my yesterday on his blog.

Don't worry ... it won't take long and I'll wait for you.

Back so soon? Are you sure you saw all of his pictures? All of the bike porn and the bike go boom warning sign and the comment from my brother's snarky cousin? OK, if you say so.

What else have I been doing? Well, I'm not just out here to marvel at the cherry trees, which are in full bloom already on President's Day, but also to continue clearing out Mom's house.

I've been asked many times how long it's going to take, usually in the form of a question such as, "It's not going to take much longer is it?"

Rather than go through the entire explanation of how hard it is to split up the Mormon Stepford Fisher Price family equitably between six siblings, I'm just going to say that it's more painful than moving bricks, and it's going to take a little longer.

And that pain reminds me that all of us need to work hard to avoid a 1930's style Depression. Politicians and bankers can only do so much, and if we're not all diligent, we'll end up living through another national time of deprivation and need that will cause previously normal people to do things like hoard rubber bands, paper clips, and napkins and to never be able to throw something away because, "Maybe someone could use this."

And then, after I'm gone, 3B will have to repeat what I'm doing and dig through a house full of not only childhood memories and beautiful objects, but also mugs full of dead pens, enough unsharpened pencils to rebuild Fort Ticonderoga, and enough CDs to resurrect Tower Records.

And sure, we also need to avoid another Depression because we'd all be poor and sad and eating dog food out of a can that we warmed up over a fire in a boxcar as we hoboed across Nebraska or something. But honestly, I'd rather do that than have to unpack, catalog, and move 17 boxes of glass insulators again.

I will concede that if you've got a keen eye for beauty, as Sister #1 does, you can put some glass insulators to good use. The key word being "some."

And, hey, speaking of beauty, I will have video footage of yesterday's prologue after I get back home and splice it together. You know, for all of you other bike geeks out there--or fans of skinny men with ripped legs in tights.

Don't say that I never gave you nothin' ... hey, you don't want a pencil, do you?

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  1. I am so glad to see you have been keeping busy. What a fine coincidence that you just happened to be in California on business when the bikes were in town.

    My sister and I have been doing our best to stave off a depression by buying plane tickets and new cars and such.

    My son cries when he breaks his pet rubberbands, so I am not sure it is such a bad idea to have a houseful of them, just in case. Pencils are always fun, but I already have lots of them, so you can keep those.

  2. That sounds really tough. But I could use a pencil. I can never seem to find one when I really need to write something down.

  3. CA Girl: We left the pencils for you, but we do have all of the CDs you want grouped and set aside for you.

    Christy: Hey, if you send me your address, look for a PODS unit on your front lawn next week. No sharpener though, so you might want to get one of those.

  4. I can only imagine how tough that must be.

    I helped my dad clean out their house when he & my mom divorced & he was moving to California. That was tough...but at least he was there with me to give me direction, and support. I can only imagine how tough it would be to do what you guys are doing....

    ...and it makes you think about your own "stuff", you know? Makes you want to organize everything NOW, doesn't it?

    I'm so sorry. Hang in there.

  5. Anonymous12:44 PM

    I vote for resurrecting Tower!

    Dude, I'm always out of pencils. Swing some my way.

    My grandparents somehow weren't hoarders, even though they lived through either the Depression or the Holocaust, depending on which side you're looking at. But my in-law there were some frugal Yankee hoarders. Need some used aluminum foil, all washed and flattened and ready for use?

  6. Anonymous1:07 PM

    The King dont need no pencils, BUT he would love a few boxes of glass insulators. I dig those things, always have for some reason. So if you need to unload some I would be happy to take them and put them to art use, display use and general weirdness that I do.

    TCB on old phone lines.