I was up late last night. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, so I did some editing and then watched Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s MicMacs à tire-larigot.
This morning I woke up relatively early considering, so I listened to the weather and then got my gear together to haul Bashful’s burned four wheeler away from the creek and into his yard. I assembled my ropes and called to him, but he wasn’t home, so I helped myself to his yard and pulled my car into his drive. By the time he came home I had his burned hulk halfway up the hill. I didn’t like to begin the project when he wasn’t around, but I wanted to help and I’m not here for too much longer. It took a bit of back and forth, but it was much easier with him towing and me manipulating the direction of the bike. After a few hours, it was on the back of his truck and he was quite pleased, despite being a bit put out when he saw me fiddling in his yard when he arrived. He told me he’d help with my bridge when I returned, although I rarely need help with my projects.
I was a bit dizzy from the bending and lifting, and likely eating less than I normally do, so I came back to the cabin and took a shower and watched the rest of the latest Jean-Pierre Jeunet film, The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet. It wasn’t really that great, although the camera techniques and the quirkiness of people’s lives are still clever and evocative.
Later in the afternoon, after lunch and I’d walked around a bit, I did some work on Naked in the Road and Not Quite Dark. Hopefully I’ll be done both drafts in a week. If so, I might work on the “71 Impala” stories and see if I can write a book around those. I think it’s possible and the narrative is fun to work with, since its laconic style is so different than anything else I’ve written.
