oh my god; somebody recently put some serious voodoo on me i think: i have just gone through one of the worst spells of sickness in my life, or at least the worst damn summer cold/flu i’ve ever had. i’ve just finished up spending the last five days completely incapacitated with allergies, flues, colds, wheezing, completely immoderate uncontrollably bad sore throat, malaise from hell, headache, bodyache, nearly at the throat of death little summer cold. i think someone may have cursed me. but my immune system learned and is now kicking butt again. i haven’t really been sick for about four/five years and this one really kicked me. i feel so lucky to have life. to have liberty. now i’m going to pursue… so i did very little while i was incapacitated, but two days ago i did look in on some of the quotidien duties of my current life which involved checking on some cats and petting them/talking with them and then i visited my sister who thought it prudent to send me home with her first upholstered chair, an unassuming old farm style chair that she reupholstered in a lovely blue velvet in her first class upon the subject of upholstery. it really was a fine job. was is the operative here. because, prone upon this horrible cold, i did not really adequately (not at all actually) install the chair in the bed of my truck; and as a semi passed me on the marquam bridge, lending a loving gust of wind to the undercarriage to the blue velvet chair, it sputtered and twirled into the air behind the truck and tumbled through several lanes of 70+ mph freeway traffic. i felt the object lift out of the truck and followed its rapid progression into the backwards oblivion of the rearview mirror. i sort of slammed on the breaks and realized the folly of that maneuver and continued on. then i started crying. the freeway is such a foreign zone. especially the four lane section of it on the 405 segway 150 feet above the willamette. oh my god. so i did a freeway circuit and looped back around to determine whether the piece of furniture could be salvaged in the broad day and i determined that it could not because of its inconvenient position in the street lanes: directly in the middle of the freeway. so i lamented for a requisite amount of time, talked to katie who told me that it wasn’t a big deal, but didn’t get any real comfort from this because i had visited the upholstery class and saw all the tedious hours she spent pulling little staples and carefully removing all the old nasty lint and replacing it with beautiful new supports and cloths and such: weeks and weeks. THEN, tonight (now feeling much better: the sickness is nearly recovered from), eating dinner with a friend and recounting this harrowing narrative, she corroborates by telling me she saw the very chair earlier in the day on one of her ventures forth. so i borrow a reflective vest and surrender myself to the same path of freeway. and lo! in nearly the same swath of road, but now off to the side shoulder, is the blue velvet chair… in several pieces and the upholstery really holding up pretty well. so i put the hazard lights on and rescued the beloved thing. driving home i had several ideas about what to make of this new object, becuase its chairness has been deflated from its self quite a bit. i’ll attach a picture soon. until soon: buon songes.
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