Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Roll 'Em Out!

My body is old. My back is old, and my knees are old, and every muscle from my neck to my toes is old. We are all old. And sore. Yes, Dee, I took more Aleve! :-) But thanks to Becky, who moves faster than anyone I know and is uber organized, just about everything in the studio is packed. At least everything I am taking. There is only so much you can fit in a 20-ft. U-Haul, and a 26-ft. one won't fit down the drive in Austin. I have driven one in, but last time I took out a good bit of a mountain laurel and one entire corner of the fence. I don't really wish to repeat that experience. Besides, if I have a bigger truck I'll just be encouraged to take more STUFF, and I really have enough STUFF. What's that saying? If you haven't used it in six months you don't need it? With that direction I wouldn't be taking anything! I have yet to work out what I'm going to do with this load once we get there as, as I mentioned yesterday, it's not going to fit into the garage as is. But, also like yesterday, I'm going to continue to play ostrich and not worry about what I'm going to do on the Austin end of this voyage until we're at least packed and loaded here.

I was wrong the other day about the woman who walked the property when Becky was there wanting to buy it to rehab and inhabit. She is just buying it to rehab and flip. Nonetheless, I got all the doors back for her. I am not leaving the sidelights though. I don't know where they're going to go in the new house, but I am not abandoning them. Many other things are being abandoned, however, and I encourage anyone in Atlanta who wants to come pick through glass--fusible, scrap, stained, architectural clear--crates, lamp frames, molds, clamp lights, and I-Don't-Know-What-Else to drop by tomorrow. If you can't come tomorrow, you are welcome to drop by Thursday, but I won't be there. There are IKEA tables, office chairs, shelving units, refractory material, mixed frit, something for everyone!

Tonight I have curry at the Hinton's, relax and drink champagne. Tomorrow, the load out. When I was little, 2-3 years old and up till I was a teen, my mother would sometimes put on a record when I was going to sleep and I would listen until I dropped off. My favorites were Frankie Laine's "Hell Bent For Leather" and Percy Faith a"Music Of Brazil". Tonight this keeps running through my head:

"Keep rollin', rollin', rollin',
Though the streams are swollen,
Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide.
Through rain and wind and weather,
Hell bent for leather,
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride.

Move 'em out, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em on.
Move 'em out, head 'em up:
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, cut 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in:
Hah! Hah!

Movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them dogies movin', rawhide.
                                                           Don't try to understand 'em,
                                                           Just rope an' throw an' brand 'em.
                                                           Soon we'll be living high and wide.
                                                           My heart's calculatin',
                                                           My true love will be waitin':
                                                           Waitin' at the end of my ride."

1 comment:

Bill said...

So much there, so much in your future. Be safe on the drive...