A house in town

Because this house is in town, I cannot go out and start a fire; this is probably a good thing, because I am in the mood for a bonfire cleansing, not to mention hijacking a Salvation Army Pick-up Truck and a couple of strong backs. On the other hand, a deep hole would be nice – maybe a five by five sinkhole that would swallow up stuff and then close back up, assuming it didn’t turn into a five by five hill.

I wonder if you can put more than branches in a wood chipper. Rats, I just thought, “Well, of course, you’ve watched the body disposal methods on murder shows.” And Cameron has been watching “Deadly Women” on Netflix . . .  Fortunately, I am clumsy enough I could get my arm caught in one and then AmeliaJake would really be part of the problem, and that doesn’t seem to be a way to make progress.

This is an old refrain for me. Sigh. I must put my mind to work finding ways to make money out of my stuff. Then again, the bonfire has the call of a siren to it. Or perhaps I am anticipating the siren I would hear from the car with the flashing lights on top. I suppose a jail cell would be an experiment in minimalist living.

The orange jump suits are the pits, though. But I have practice; remember the on sale work pants from Lands End? No? Okay, let me see if I can find the reference. Oh, there are two: HERE and HERE.