Wide Open

My week is wide open. I have no real plans, no schedule. I am almost done with the house. Not much left to do there. No jobs, no plans for any jobs... nothing is happening now. Kind of a relief. I can now concentrate on practicing and stuff.

Moving

It's been an extremely long weekend. I started packing, like I said, on Thursday, but we didn't get finished moving everything out until yesterday. The last thing to get moved was the Ford truck, which doesn't run.

At any rate, it wouldn't have been possible to move without my family. Everybody busted their butts along with me to get this all ready to move, get it into the trucks, out of the trucks, into the house, and getting things arranged. The new place actually looks like a nice place again - albeit full of furniture now - rather than a poorly organized storage facility that it looked like for a short period of time.

I had arranged to have my cable Internet connection moved and ready to roll on Friday; however, the one and only outlet in the house was in the band room (on the complete opposite side of the house from where I wanted it), and, even when I hooked up my modem in there, it didn't work. So, the guy came over today, and, for the price of $10, I got my hook-up exactly where I wanted it.

Other than that, the band has a show on June 9th at The Burro Inn in Diamond Lake. Hopefully, a few of my friends can make it.

Still much to do; more later.

My Life, In Boxes

Yes, I am packing now. Dad took me over to the liquor store, where they were stocking up for the long holiday. They had LOTS of boxes they wanted to get rid of. So, me and Dad got a truckload of them and brought them to the house. I am not-so-systematically filling them, taping them shut, and labeling them. By "not-so-systematically," I mean to say that I am packing in quite schizophrenic fashion: I will pack a box or two of stuff from the kitchen, say, and then go do a bag of clothes out of the bedroom, and then clear crap off of some bit of furniture... there is no method to this. I'm just randomly packing crap. Shit, it's only 4 miles, yanno? But I managed to hurt myself packing things... I stepped on the upturned heel of high-heeled shoe while trying to step over the shop vac... I stubbed my toe on a treasure chest... and cut my right arm on a nail sticking out of the wall. Oh, yeah... and my neck is out. Oh, wait... I just hiccuped and it popped. We'll see if that helps.

I made phone calls today: got the phone service, the Internet service, and the satellite service switched to the new address. I also set the water to be shut off on Saturday. There still is lots to do here.

So, So, So, So BUSY!

Well, I got a new car. Kenny brought it home to me tonight. It needs a tune-up and an adjustment in the steering coupler, but, outside of that, she's cherry. It's a black 1971 Ford LTD with a 429. It's lovely. I'm so, so, so happy with it!

We're also moving into the house. Kenny's boss REEEEAAAAALLLLY wanted us to move in there, so, it appears as though we'll be moving in next Saturday and Sunday. I will be packing things up most of the week coming up, and I also have to find time to go over to the new place and spray for spiders. I am applying for another job. The Priest River Times is looking for a reporter. It is pretty much the same job as the Kellogg paper wanted me for, but it is here in Priest River, which is cool. The Sheriff's office is just dicking around too long. Anyway, I was going to print out a resume tonight, but I couldn't. I lent Mom my printer this afternoon to make copies of her VBS stuff, and she still has it. So, I will have to get Kenny to print a copy and I will go get it tomorrow and take it to the paper.

Graded all the kids' school books today. Did almost nothing else. I did do some writing in Devil's Handiwork, though. Here is the best stuff from tonight:

I ran my hands up his pants legs against his skin, removing various
weaponry and sundry items from his clothes as I went. "About the only reason the
Council would be worried enough not to tell you about their targets or
assignments was if it had to do with money," I said, pressing my hand into his
crotch. "Is that a transmitter, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked,
clasping my hand around the locator he'd hidden in his undershorts.

"Old, dumb line, Shelby. You can do better."

"So could you," I said. "You put this damned thing in the exact same place
you did when we were together."

He leaned forward a little. "When we were together and you unzipped my
pants, it wasn't to get at my locator."

I pushed my hand down to the chair's seat, pinching a delicate bit of his
skin between my hand and the metal seat. He gasped. "Yeah," I said. "At least I
found what I was looking for, this time."

"Ouch, Shelby."

"What?" I tossed the locator on the floor at my feet and smashed it under
my boot heel.

"Just ouch."

I grabbed my backpack and shoved Billy's gun inside. "Well, when
Brick-Noggin and Sunglasses find you, you three can go back to the Council and
tell them to kiss my ass, won't you?"

Tomorrow, like I said, I am getting a resume to the Priest River Times, and then I am going shopping with Mom. Kenny is taking the kids over to the elementary school tomorrow evening to sign the boys up for Pop Warner football and sign Cait up to be a cheerleader. Saturday, I might be going to Spokane to work with the producer. Depends on his schedule. I might also be packing and/or fumigating the new place. Who knows? Sunday might be free (again, who knows?); looks like packing and moving shit the rest of the week. Won't likely be practicing as a band again until a week from next Tuesday.

Stuff

I didn't do much of anything today. I did hear from the radio jingle guy this morning, and I have an appointment to go do a demo for radio jobs for him on Tuesday at 11. I am definitely cancelling the newspaper job interview. Who am I kidding? I'm not going to take the job. I mean, shit. It's a 90-mile one-way drive five days a week. If I drove my Buick, that would cost me $36 a day. I would be working for $54 a day, which works out to $6.75 an hour. SOOOOOO not worth it. I could make that here washing dishes. So, yeah. My week so far is looking like this: Sunday, the Legion; Monday, Spokane with the producer; Tuesday, radio jingle guy, Mom to dentist, and band practice. The rest of the week is wide open.

La Da De Dum

I got a call today from a newspaper in Kellogg, Idaho. They want me to come down there right away and take a reporter job that they have. I have an interview scheduled for Monday morning at 11, but I think that I will call them and cancel it. The pay is only $10 an hour, and I would have to relocate or buy a REALLY economical car for the commute. I mean, we're looking at a 90-mile or so one-way drive every day. On the other hand, I would be using my degree.... But, no. I think not.

Sunday's looking free so far. Monday, I have that interview scheduled and I also have time scheduled with the producer Monday afternoon. Band stuff Tuesday and Wednesday... after that, I have no clue. I finished the final mock-up of Kenny's boss' web site. Working on finishing the other recording studio guy's site. Waiting for a check from the Canadian client, though, admittedly, I did not check the mail today. I will have to do that in the morning.

Working Day

Well, we didn't have band practice today. Kenny was in Coeur d'Alene all day doing training, and then he was late getting out of work after making deliveries, anyway, and we knew that was coming. So, yeah. Practice cancelled.

I spent the day doing a bunch of research on bars, looking for places that I can send the new demo. Then, I worked. I got the recording studio guy's Flash site pretty much done. Started working on Kenny's boss' site. Billed the guy from Canada.

So, yeah. Just worked and stuff. Nothing much interesting. Tomorrow might be more interesting, as I am going to look at a house we might be moving to and I am supposed to hear from a couple of bars tomorrow.

Music!

We got the cover demo! Go here to stream it!

YAWN

I am so tired. A trip to Spokane, heavy work load, several surprises... just makes one very tired.

So, yeah. Kenny and I went into Spokane to finish the cover demo. I was amazed at how good we sounded. Then, we came home, and I started working, first practicing the voice stuff the producer wanted me to do, and then working on the cover demo studio guy's web page. I just got finished for the night. Will finish it up tomorrow night and send him the link. He is supposed to send me the MP3 files of the cover demo stuff by Wednesday morning so that I can make a copy to send to the booking agent. We'll see how that works out. So, anyway, I am tired. When I first got up this morning, I practiced guitar and singing and then took out all the empty water jugs and boxes (cat food can boxes, pop can boxes, beer halfrack boxes, et cetera) that had accumulated over the winter. Smashed up the boxes and threw them away; strung up the jugs and had Dad take them out to his place for Mom to use making a castle wall for her VBS program. Tomorrow is band practice. I need to clean the house for the party and do some decorating things both Wednesday and Thursday.