very current digs...

I think I'd like to live in our shop. I'm there now, adding to things previously thought and written on: cutting, pasting, expanding the original premise, and then I'll meld into something else previously written and a story will emerge. Hopefully there will be ebb and flow. That is how I write... decoupage-like, only without the sticky stuff. I think I learned to do that via many years assembling apparatuses for other people for little pay. There can never be enough pay for doing stuff like that... so I've heard.

The shop is in an old brick building with huge rafters holding it's roof up. It used to house a car dealership in the twenties. The windows are where the entrance to the car stalls were. Somewhere beneath the building is an abandoned gas tank with 1920 something gasoline still in it. People stand outside and smoke above it, flipping their spent but partially lit butts onto the ground. I worry about a potential "foom!" noise and subsequent sirens and screaming if one of them works it's way down to the mother load. The city health department is unaware of the potential and for unbureaucratic reasons, we all wish to assume the risk and keep it that way.

There would need to be some modifications to live here. First a reasonable bathroom, maybe a kitchenette, and a loft for a bed. I think the rafters would have to be cut, which could be dangerous... support for this and that compromised and well, there would be lack of support. I'd like to put a deck on the roof. We could sit and watch the sunset on the Skagit River. Herons and Cormorants perch on the high voltage electrical wires that span the river. Sometimes there are 20 or 30 sitting above the river looking for fish and pooping until one comes along. They appear to be well insulated from harm.

Anyway, I think I'd like to live in the shop.