Addendum? part of 41 ludington

The drywall dust hangs pretty thick in the air. Even though you can't see it, you can taste it on your tongue when you walk into a room. The particles are so fine they're like smoke particles. It collects in your lungs very thick. It forms a paste, and can't be broken  down, and makes my heart flutter in a way that frightens me every time it happens.

There are two rooms in the front of the farm house that are coming along nicely. I'm working on the third coat of drywall compound ,trying to get some details finished even though Dave wants to hurry up and paint. I want to hurry up and paint too because the sooner I can finish off two rooms, the sooner I can do the floors and the woodwork. Once that is done, I can seal the rooms off and have a living quarters that isn't contaminated with biohazard air particles like silica dust from the mud and drywall, fiberglass, and, most likely, asbestos. There's so much dirt in here I can't even smoke, which isn't entirely bad. I have resorting to eating marijuana to get the relief that normally is obtained from my routine medicines- having been separated from all of my care for far too long. 

Finally, I got down to Grand Rapids get some of my stuff that belongs to me. My friend Jimmy secured my belongings from a man who tried robbing me of what little I own. I'm happy to have my little ct90 back that I built. I could use it here on the farm. It's a pretty big piece of property that always needs to be run around to maintain.

I made some chicken the other night. Well, last night I had a bunch of chores to do, and I was going to do them, while I was cooking chicken- sitting around the fire cooking the chicken, playing my guitar ...and doing a little journaling. Well, my chores ended up being fairly more demanding than I wished him to be so, I ended up having to utilize the Crock-Pot.

 thank God I had one so I threw for chicken thigh and leg quarters in the crock pot along with some carrots and celery and onion bunch of smashed garlic and about a half pound of marijuana leaves heedless to say when I did eat dinner I got pretty lit I think I'll have leftovers tonight. Next paragraph space well space don't work either what a shity phone next paragraph anyway bike ran great didn't get back home without a flat tire and rear tire went flat I knew it needed rubber it's the original tires on the bike them thanks 50 years old for god sakes still got me to school and back anyway yeah I'm trying to get these two rooms finish so I can get my office put back together so I can get back to work so I can get back to writing my stories I'm worried that I'm not going to get too much farther into it before I drop dad which is going to suck because nobody's going to be able to finish my story and it has to have a happy ending or it's not going to be of any value to anybody just my luck. Third paragraph 7 stand here at the farm for little over a month things are good here very fast pace was a lot going on a lot going on fixing trucks and fixing cars and cleaning the garage out and Extreme Makeover show with like hoarding going on and then there's the farm and then there's the bug pestilence and then there's the the air conditioner issue and leaking water through the ceiling and damage and drywall work that's already been done and the tools are scattered around everywhere in the fasters are scattered around everywhere and people are stealing things and people are leaving bullets laying around implying a threat and it's just one thing after another it's unbelievable