*The following excerpt is my attempt at tracking my re-birth the day after I was released from the loony bin, April 27th 2017, as detailed in my full story. Forgive the shorthand, my aim at the time was turn it into something greater.
Woke up at 430, was ready already.
Organized some mail, didn’t get to any bill paying.
Had breakfast and coffee, start ripping out some overgrown weeds around 7a.
8am checked to see if uncle dave could advise, was not yet up.
Ripped and shoveled and took out some frustrations on some shrubbery
9a Dave comes by with coffee, agree to exchange services after he pretty much informs me to stop everything I am doing, I have dug deep enough for one day. I head to Dump what I have unburied, save a few small items, have trouble finding the place.
10am I am home and tidying up when he is ready for me to fulfill my end of the deal.
We head to his daughter Becky’s house to get rid of an old tub for cousin Rick.
1015am we arrive in brownstown, it is already loaded in a trailer and we back underneath it and off we go, Dave and I, with Aunt Barb following ready to catch any loose waves.
Along the way to Mt. Trashmore, I am informed of the ownership history of the trailer we have hitched, a captivating tale. It had been born in Detroit, lived in Virginia for awhile with my Uncle Don, then passed on to Dave thru Don’s son, the master chef, Donnie.
This trailer was gifted to Dave for nothing more than the convenience of having him haul away some of “Uncle Don’s Shit.”
We climb the top of Trashmore ready to drop the whirlpool into the pit of doom. Missed a turn, got to go down a level.
This is about the time Dave mentions needing to take lessons on backing in a trailer, moments later, the reasons for this disclosure are strikingly clear.
Eventually I try to back in the tub with seagulls and shit flying everywhere, I try whole heartedly for a few minutes, then, figure I’ll just pull a U’ee, we dump and go.
Lunch
Made Ravioli during a storm assuming plans were cancelled, halfway thru, Dave interrupts to go to lunch at Charleys, the contents of that meeting are recorded in voice memo.
Woke up at 430, was ready already.
Organized some mail, didn’t get to any bill paying.
Had breakfast and coffee, start ripping out some overgrown weeds around 7a.
8am checked to see if uncle dave could advise, was not yet up.
Ripped and shoveled and took out some frustrations on some shrubbery
9a Dave comes by with coffee, agree to exchange services after he pretty much informs me to stop everything I am doing, I have dug deep enough for one day. I head to Dump what I have unburied, save a few small items, have trouble finding the place.
10am I am home and tidying up when he is ready for me to fulfill my end of the deal.
We head to his daughter Becky’s house to get rid of an old tub for cousin Rick.
1015am we arrive in brownstown, it is already loaded in a trailer and we back underneath it and off we go, Dave and I, with Aunt Barb following ready to catch any loose waves.
Along the way to Mt. Trashmore, I am informed of the ownership history of the trailer we have hitched, a captivating tale. It had been born in Detroit, lived in Virginia for awhile with my Uncle Don, then passed on to Dave thru Don’s son, the master chef, Donnie.
This trailer was gifted to Dave for nothing more than the convenience of having him haul away some of “Uncle Don’s Shit.”
We climb the top of Trashmore ready to drop the whirlpool into the pit of doom. Missed a turn, got to go down a level.
This is about the time Dave mentions needing to take lessons on backing in a trailer, moments later, the reasons for this disclosure are strikingly clear.
Eventually I try to back in the tub with seagulls and shit flying everywhere, I try whole heartedly for a few minutes, then, figure I’ll just pull a U’ee, we dump and go.
Lunch
Made Ravioli during a storm assuming plans were cancelled, halfway thru, Dave interrupts to go to lunch at Charleys, the contents of that meeting are recorded in voice memo.
Attempt nap afterwards, sun is shining now, and there is work to be done.
Take shower, continue on with grooming around the house, book flight to Costa Rica. Have solid 3 week plan.
Meet Uncle Dan with this plan, he is very busy telling me his stories to get much of my message across. I appreciate the meeting because of his advisory role, we split chicken and waffles, perform a small miracle or too (09-1-90, the ID escapes me).
Meet for baseball, regain my composure, take dog to park, call it a day.
Today was the best unproductive day of my entire existence.
pt nap afterwards, sun is shining now, and there is work to be done.
Take shower, continue on with grooming around the house, book flight to Costa Rica. Have solid 3 week plan.
Meet Uncle Dan with this plan, he is very busy telling me his stories to get much of my message across. I appreciate the meeting because of his advisory role, we split chicken and waffles, perform a small miracle or two (09-1-90, the ID escapes me).
Meet for baseball, regain my composure, take dog to park, call it a day.
Today was the best unproductive day of my entire existence.
The new and improved,
Andrew M Jernigan
The Journey 