Restoring the Barn.

The Barn.

I.E. The place where my sister had her first kiss.

The large structure of Americana outside my house.

The Other Farm.

It's depressing to go in there and see how things have changed. It used to bounce with all kinds of energy. Since then, nearly everything has been destroyed by a man named Jeff Norman: (815) 961-8180. If you have the energy, you call him and ask him why he tore down the walls, why he sold my 1920's pin ball machine... why he ripped the felt off the pool table. Why did he take down all the signs? Why did he spray paint "Garage Sale" on the back on my ping pong table? Why, when he had a little girl that could have had parties there did he do all this?

Probably the same reason some people do drugs-- actually no.. people do drugs to mask pain and to feed addiction. Unless he is addicted to destruction- this would not be why.

The reason why would be more akin to the reason some girls wax off all their eyebrows and then draw them on with a pencil. I'd say that is a better parallel. The answer being: Who Knows?

Danny (Etson's brother) and I are cleaning the barn. We've made progress. I coughed up Bat Skat all night in my sleep from sweeping it up... but we've made progress. This morning I was so excited to see it in its restorative position that I went out and looked at it at 6:45AM when I woke up... I drug out the trampoline top and washed it off.

Something about cleaning up old things that made me happy before the fall-- it feels like cleaning my soul. I felt like I somehow had some control over life and over the things that in reality I have no control over. It was a good feeling. I love the feeling of dust in my ducts and muddy boogers made up of old dust. You have no idea what I am saying and that is fine.

The point is this: I am having a barn party on October 16. At the barn. It is a joint birthday party for Danny, Betsy, and I. We are hoping to have it clean by then and back to functioning order.

Join us.