June 28, 2003

It is kind of the middle of the day. Or it seems like it should be ending soon. But it really is still the middle. We are packing up the house. We are very far along. Like there really isn’t anything for me to do right now. Laurie and her mom are packing up the kitchen. We have some stuff - not much – in every room but most everything is in the living room - ready to go. I guess I have to keep myself busy for a couple of hours until I can crash. Or wait for Laurie’s mom to leave so I can get the jams (Led Zeppelin) kicking again and maybe do some more work. No matter how you slice it, I am in limbo. Speaking of limbo. Or taking a trip to nowhere. Dirt, Tim and I made the road trip to Akron, OH yesterday to see Guided by Voices. The problem was that we did not find out it was sold out until we got to the door. It was a nice night for a drive but that really did not cover it.

posted by Thea at 6:20 PM

June 26, 2003

Short day at work today. Long enough for somebody to throw out something that I now have to redo. Does that still happen in the era of e-mail computers? Evidently so. We signed the lease on the apartment and paid the security deposit today. For some reason, and this happened when we bought the house, I keep on waiting for some official to show up and verbally authorize the move. Like, go forth. You are no longer the owner of this property. Can we get somebody from the city to do this on Monday? Maybe somebody from a bank or something. I spent the evening listening to Sleep’s “Dopesmoker” and the Small Faces’ “Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake” and repacking twenty boxes because I did not like the way I packed them the first time. Actually, I got better boxes and I want to be able to promise the smoothest move ever to those who will be helping me. I am thinking family to load on Sunday and friends to help unload Monday after work. With some necessary overlap. We still don’t know exactly when we can occupy the apartment. So I guess I am going to have to put people on call. That is bogus but I don’t know what else to do. I am sure that it will come together. Or not. At this point, who cares. You can only do so much.

posted by Thea at 8:56 PM

June 25, 2003

I went to work early today. We had to get more boxes for the move. I still don’t think we have enough. I read depositions all day in silence. No music. No nothing. I thought about other people’s lives all day as I read their testimony. I asked myself if they thought that any of it was important. I sat in the sun for fifteen minutes on a break. That was the best thing to happen to me all day at work. Thea and I went to see Viva Caramel! and the Perfect Guy at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We, unfortunately, missed This Moment in Black History. I had a good time. It was warm. The bands rocked. Everybody seemed to be in a good mood. If you missed the show, you really missed out. It is rare that we get good weather in Cleveland, OH and I think it really brings out the best in people. Smiles. Sunshine. I could live with it year round but then where would I be as a Midwestern Rageaholic? You know. Sans rage. Happy and unproductive. I don’t know if I could deal with it. My whole arm aches now like someone was punching it.

posted by Thea at 9:49 PM

June 24, 2003

There have been dogs barking outside all night. I just talked to Laurie on the phone. She asked me if I was outside. No. That was just all of the kids on the street making noise. It is hot. I am tired. My nerves are shot. Planning the move is dragsville, cats. Planning the move is a king-sized motherfucking drag. I can’t wait to move. I can’t wait to get it over with. It is nice, however, looking at my rapidly emptying house. I could see myself living here with no stuff. I have to get some more stuff out to the curb now. Big stuff. Bed. Microwave. Old rug. All with one arm. I wonder how that is going to go? Somebody said to me today that you don’t realize how much you use both of your arms until one of them is gone by being broken or something. I said, yeah. That is true. You also don’t know how much you can do with one arm until you have to.

posted by Thea at 9:10 PM

June 22, 2003

I just got done watching “Insomnia”. It was OK except that Robin Williams did not say, “Here’s your film”, once. What’s up with that? We packed up more crap today. All day. It seems like that is all we did. I guess we went for a walk and I did my clips too but that was it. The house is getting empty. I am not thinking that my life amounts to everything in the boxes. I am thinking that my life is the boxes that are yet to be filled. How’s the arm? Solid. The only proper response to the question, “Do you want my shop vac?” is “Hell, yeah!” Dirt got it right. Dirt and I went out last night to a Lorain County townie bar to see a Neil Young impersonator. We met up with Tim, Bill and associates. Do I need to tell you that the evening kicked the ass? All right. I have to go take a shower. It has been a couple of days. “Make it funky.” Done. Talk to you tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show.

posted by Thea at 10:25 PM