Monthly archives: July 2010

and sometime soon i will finally stop babbling about wagon repair

Eight hours of computer screen in one day, even if it is only two days a week, is enough to cure me of the internet. And so I show up here less and less, even though I occasionally write to you in my head, putting together sentences I’d maybe use to tell you about commuting to work or sanding floors or staying in a medieval castle youth hostel. Instead I forget them and disappear for weeks at a time.
But today it rained. I can’t work inside the wagon because the water-tight floor coating is still drying, I [...]

suddenly things were moving so fast

Though in the meantime I’ve hit another rough patch, yesterday was a glorious day.
The ceiling, as it was when we started yesterday afternoon:

The final turn of the screw:

Fucking finished. Enter hail of exclamation points. Enter cartwheels. Enter tired feet and high fives:

The rough spot I’ve hit today is that I’ve started sanding the floor, and that my belt sander overheats every ten minutes, and I have to turn it off. It hasn’t started melting the machine’s innards yet, but it has melted a couple of sand paper belts out of whack. Plan b? Be [...]

pictures full of light

Two days ago it finally rained. Black clouds rolled in, and a strong wind swirled dust from the construction site across the street everywhere. There was dust in our eyes and mouths as we scampered from wagon to wagon, making sure that windows and doors were shut tight.
The heat broke, and we all stood outside, actually cold for the first time in weeks. Then we all sopped back to our wagons to change into dry clothes. But when the window in the kitchen blew open, water got in my camera and now the pictures I [...]

chicken little says the sky is falling

Hemp! Hemp insulation sheets! Just returned from a building supply store marathon (four! in one day! gurgle.) I now have everything that I will need to finish the inside of my wagon. Everything. It is impossible. A finished wagon—this wagon, finished—has belonged to the realm of dreams for so long that even as I watch it creep closer and closer to completion I still can’t really believe it.
Hemp insulation sheets are really fucking expensive, by the way. But my ceiling—final resting place of said hemp sheets—is curved, and cheap-o Styrofoam isn’t bendable. [...]