there is something to be said for lemon meringue pie, mashed potato, and fried chicken, after standing around for several hours in the inappropriately harsh february sun, and occasionally sanding a rusted handrail, chiseling and smoothing out imperfections on the rail and cleaning the stone where it meets the beams. sometimes trying to start a small generator, succeeding on the third pull.
i liked my job because it gave me a sense of purpose, a feeling of contributing to something larger than myself and having others appreciate what i do. i had tasks that needed to be done, rarely was i standing around looking for something.
being a handyman's apprentice does offer that sense of contribution most of the time, i get to help make people's houses look and function better, and i get a glimpse of how the really affluent people here live. but rarely is there the same sense of having tasks or urgency that i had in the restaurant.
not sure if i want it.
my uncle's girlfriend has a spare bedroom, open for "when i need to crash". there's an airbnb rental room, occupied, that makes enough to pay the rent. there's a good view of the town, albeit somewhat obscured by trees. lots of beanbag "chairs", fake fur rugs, she seems to like me more than the rest of his nephews. or nieces.
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הייתי צוללת עכשיו למים
הכי, הכי עמוקים
לא לשמוע כלום
לא לדעת כלום
וזה הכל אהובי, זה הכל.