Friday, October 14th 2011 - Book 137 - As it goes, The End came fast on the tails of a burst of optimistic denial. In this production scene, I warmed myself with a fire made from my surplus book cover making material, and spent a few moments isolating and writing about the event that'd triggered the change. I won't retell the story here, but it happened on the 11th on my way to help my Dad move back in with my Mom. And it involved cutting a log by myself in the rain, inching it across the road, returning to my truck only to discover that it was dead, a ten mile road hike where every driver hurried by when I put my thumb up and smiled, a ride into North Bend on the back of a shit pumping truck (he had toilet paper on the front seat, so I had to ride in back with the shit), and a phone call to my Dad who came to my rescue. I blamed my change of heart on that breaking-point event, and the fact that I missed Emily so, so much. I'm smiling by the end of The End, Book I because it felt good to come to my senses and allow myself to feel good about a job well done. I don't think I could have been more productive if I tried again.
* The peanut bag I made the cover from was found in the miners cabin.
PROP COSTS: 10.75 + (STORYTIME WORKED: 3hrs 40min x OUR EXCHANGE RATE (based on fed minimum wage): $7.25) = $37.33