Rough day. Finding out that the chem class I signed up for is really the second part of the class, I’m a term behind everyone and in way over my head. I need this class to graduate, so I really don’t have any options. Today’s lecture? Differential equations in chemical bonding and quantum something-or-other…
Currently In Possession Of Three Yashica Electro 35's
Turns out, I never needed to turn my beloved Electro 35 over to the repair guy, I could have just wrenched on the advance arm myself, throwing caution to the wind and worrying not for breaking the thing as it was already broken, and it would return to its position (with a little force) and be just as the day I bought it. Thanks, fate. You’re a little too ironic for my liking sometimes.
Fourth and Fifth were mostly alright. Still healing, still not feeling so hot but I’d made plans for fireworks in Albany at the Timber Carnival with Matt and paid to show my car in the car show on Saturday. Worked all Friday on the car to get it ready to show, but didn’t win any awards (conflict of interest on the judge’s part, I suppose. Apparently we’d have to break up before I could win anything…But I wasn’t expecting to either, just show how awesome the car is for being an all original daily driver.) Got to see all the timber competitions (log choppings and such) and a Pink Floyd tribute band. Fireworks both nights. I’m fireworked out. Sore. Tired. Worn out. Lots of work to be done.
Recovering from surgery again. This time, a different kind of pain. Can’t tell if it’s less or more. Was only planning on being out for the day, but I guess I should have learned last time; they said it was going to be not so bad and it turned out to be pretty horrible. This is pretty much one of the more horrible times to be dealing with this sort of thing.
Finally called on my poor Yashica I’d handed off a month ago to have repaired, only to find that it couldn’t be repaired and he was willing to return it and sell me something similar for the cost of the repair (about ten bucks). The advance arm got stuck forward and no matter what I tried, it wouldn’t return. It was the original Electro 35 from 1966 and I’d bought it randomly from Salvation Army on 99w in Beaverton for $11.99 on a whim. I had no idea how much it was worth, nor what it was capable of. I got to work yesterday and found a GSN (1973, a few more models advanced from the original) on ebay for 30 bucks. I ddin’t expect to see it until the end of the week, so it was a pleasant surprise to find it waiting for me on my doorstep when I got home this afternoon. I put a roll of Mitsubishi 400 in and took a walk. Stoked, for sure.
Is it possible to bite into a blueberry without thinking to yourself, oh man- now that is what the summer tastes like- that is what would happen if you squeezed sunshine, fresh grass, 80 degrees at 10pm, 80 degrees at 6am, water from the hose, and clear blue sky all into one hardworking little berry??? I don’t think it can be done.