February 17th, 2011


My water heater was half full of sediment.

Weighed around 300 pounds from all that. Took two guys to carry it out.

It also had valves and connections that were rusted/atrophied shut.

It dated to 1991.

I'd decided to have them replace it too, since I could get a discount while they were at it.

Seems like that was a good move.

Talking about deterioration and mending of home appliances seems like it should make me feel old, but it doesn't. Cuz I could be talking about aches & pains and that kind of deterioration, and that's the talk of even older people, sorta.

Too bad you can't just charge a new whatever for your body.

I got a lot of home work done today, sitting in here with the cats while the craziness went on in and around the house.

They had to cut the old furnace apart. The heat exchange on that weighed around 200 pounds.

There's a bit in Gregory's Girl in which Gregory's love interest tells him boys like to talk in numbers.

Hey, look. You can see it if you want.


I must be in a good mood.

Such a relief to have the furnace thing over, maybe?

Kerri just sort of roundabout reminded me of "Eastern Shore Girl," a goofball variation on "Jersey Girl" I made up and my old Jersey girl liked (and Sandi did too). That/Kerri put me in mind of this one from not nearly so long ago. I think the most I've shared of it before is the chorus, with a woman I was maybe already no longer dating by then, when we were driving in Ypsi. But a little spontaneity seems to have cracked the surface here a few minutes ago, and I just sang this at my computer, as if someone might be listening.

It's better in the shower, I imagine, when my vocal chords are all relaxed, and there's all that feedback, and I'm really beltin' it out, in all of its conventional-structure glory.