Saturday, January 2, 2016

confusing issues of substantive articulation

joanna has left me a present at the visit center, along with all the books I loaned her or that she might have and evidently has finished with along with giving me a scarf and hat I've been moving the moldy hay to the low spots in the yard (back)...breathless with excitement over my landscaping effort, curious about having given the derelict my last twenty bucks for some roof attention and then..the car is messed up..I'm reluctant to pop in the new 30amp fuse that will perhaps get my heater motor running again, I shouldn't think there'd be a problem because it was repaired two years ago for about eight hundred dollars...anyways...taken a punch out of me having a disabled car...I am driving it from the house to the visit center where I am plugging away entertaining the roving few...a lady just in with car sic kness, kind of wanted to heave everywhere she did...and after the moldy hay what do you think?  that's what I think...kind of leery to get that going on...I guess they could import bobby smathers for the car repair but I don't think that's going to happen, I could wait till Monday and see if Gary F could have a look at it...he's song and danced me as bad as Fred Astaire about things motor I am reluctant to do this I could beg from JoAnn Willard, rightly so the corrective venture here would be listen to moldy Dylan Thomas who sat outside the visit center last night when I was walking the dogs didn't even get warmed up stayed in 'jerry's coat' all evening hovering over the      fire..which burned bright but wasn't that warm, still unraveling some pesky snarled yard another party rolls in and doesn't stop here it's from that book 'love medicine' by L erdich somewhere's around here that real name...the character Lipsha Murray who beats a different drum and talks resolutely about not knowing what he's really up to...that kind of thing...you know when you go down you want to go...meanwhile was hoping for a dose of what ails me. far as t hat goes water goes dangerously out of the radiator when the heater fan/motor isn't running
have put in the fuse, haven't not started the motor, keys still in the chair next to me under the lunch pail..where I've picked up another Twix to keep my nerves steady..this thing abou the mechanic well it unnerves me but it is what it is...I have a gift card from my son for fifty dollars that would help the mend but would be a small part of the cost of a new fan motor for t he beast..a better automobile is what I need I think but this one has been sturdy and reliable so far, I've been t hrough the 'catalog of husbands' and the only one not taken is actual r ussell himself...checked the radiator fluid wasn't draining away but t his heater fan issue escapes me..you'd want the kid to be right, no??
like I could pull all the weeds out of the garden fretting over what car repairs culd cost..and there goes Al Pelletier..late afternoon blushing from experience in nirvana...people out tooling
wanted to get down t he dirt and gritty there, couldn't work with the local fellas too bossy and irritating..kind of pushy mean don't know where their arse is headed sort of wastrel kind of nothingness t hat belies what curtain falls over it..so much to do, got a bit done today..planted the sprouting garlic, never found the cache
so I guess t hat would mean a thing or two...like the back hatch defroster fuse..a bit cold standing out there vacuuming and so on..if I have to take it to the shop I suppose I want to clean it up a bit...I think..like to know where the back end of the car f use panel is because defroster hasn't worked for almost a year and I think that's what it is..probably a lock on the website t hat spills out the  beans on the autoexecutor state I pilot...(and where's Joyce these days?)...so...somewhat between the spills of origin we have before us two vacuums from Kirby with all their parts and then some that have been dismantled before our very eyes as if we had any cause to wonder about that..I'd like to be specific..

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