wagon wheel

I imagine that it went something like this.

I was sitting in the red wagon, thinking about how I was freakin’ never going to get the money together to buy my own wagon (a room of her own, blah blah blah, etc etc). “Maybe I should just give up beer for a while, put a euro in a jar every time I want a beer. It worked for Sleeveless.”

Zoom up into the clouds were a gaggle of white-toggaed, beer-toting, white-haired old men are looking down from the heavens on me. “Another one’s talking about giving up drinking,” one says. They looked at each other, worried. “We can’t let another one go. They’re dropping like flies. Somebody go talk to the Dumpster God.”

The next day I got a call from Workshop. There was a wagon in Rüsselsheim, and the owners were giving it away. I did a cartwheel, walked to the trash, and found a carton with six unopened bottles of wine.

The wagon owners are giving away their cute little wagon because the gardens are being “evicted” so that the city can build something else there. They’re a little older, and, 20 years ago, had the great idea that they would bury most of the wheels. Why, I’ll have to ask them when I meet them. I like to imagine it was a zanny solution to not wanting to build an extra step to get in the front door.

I have yet to go inside, but have been assured that it’s “tip top” in there. The only flaws on the outside are a missing window, two or three rotten boards, and two missing bolts on the towing bar. I’m pee-my-pants excited and at the same time, don’t believe it, won’t believe it until we’ve managed to get the thing home.

The foggy plan so far is to try to dig out part of the wheels, left the fucker up with a jack, fill in the holes/put boards in the once-wheels holes, and then come back with a truck to pull the thing home. If the wheels still work. I imagine that beneath the wheel top you can see above the ground there is nothing left, that the wheels are just phantoms of what they buried 20 years ago. Cross your fingers for me.

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Monday June 22nd 2009, 10:17 pm 5 Comments
Filed under: conspiracies,wagenplatz

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Yay! Congratulations!

Comment by Jill 06.23.09 @ 4:28 am

:) a total feel-good situation. i get warm & fuzzy & all triumphant about it, from here. teehee. i imagine the gods of alcohol could make a damn good case for you. “look, d.g.: she strives to, and succeeds in, living for free. she cooks healthy stuff for masses of people on a regular basis. she listens to punk rock AND dolly parton. cut this girl some wagon slack!” :D wish i could help ya dig out them wheels. it looks like one of those jobs where you could drink a case of beer and sweat it out in equal time without even catching a buzz. <3 yay. can’t wait to make its aquaintance.

Comment by sleeveless 06.23.09 @ 4:32 pm

on a side note, i f’n hate it when my innocently typed smiley faces morph into cheeky, flashy f’n round balls of 70s allure. boo.

Comment by sleeveless 06.23.09 @ 4:33 pm

Yaaay! And today I got awesome news about farming!!

Comment by ts 06.23.09 @ 6:16 pm

!!! i wanna see pictures when it’s yours.

Comment by finn 06.24.09 @ 8:31 am




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