Saturday, 20 August 2011

-August- Even While We Rebuild the Shambles of Our Family

We're expected to go on delivery.

By the time this is posted I'll probably be somewhere along the I-70; someone in Nevada sent me an email and it seemed like she was in need of some urgent help, and I'm not one to turn down somebody in need.

Sam'll be on delivery too, but I don't think she'll be gone for more than a day; the woman she's delivering to is an old friend of Spencer's - a researcher. She needs things shipped in a lot and it's become something of a regular thing for us to see her.

(Pays well, too.)

The pick-up's near one of those fancy hotel casinos, and I'm not lying when I tell you I can't wait until I'm old enough to actually stay in one. I'll be traveling from Vegas to Wichita - roughly twenty hours if I stay on the highway; I figure I'll take it five hours at a time and crash in a hotel every night. As for the drive back? Another 26 hours or so. All in all, another week-long delivery.

The usual.

Alright, you kids know the deal: dinners are in the freezer, they're labeled, eat whatever and whenever you'd like. Laundry can wait until I get back unless you need it done, in which case you're on your own. Can you please, please, please try to not bleed all over the carpets again while I'm gone? We're out of stain devil so I'll be picking some up... sometime on my way back home.

(Why do I always seem get the long deliveries, anyways?)

I'll be flying to Vegas, meaning the van'll be at home; but the AC/DC and ELO discographies are with me.

I'll try to post and/or call once a night, but all in all it should be a pretty standard delivery.

Oh, and don't worry about how I'll get back home, either; you see, I'm getting a new car for this one.

Let's just hope it will survive the 40 hour trip across the country, yeah?

See you soon.


  1. Stay safe, and I'll be at the House by the time you get home. I'll see you then.

  2. Oh, did you and Spencer finally decide on a date?

    I might have to rush this delivery, haha. I look forward to seeing you, Elaine. Stay safe until you get to the House, yeah?

  3. Stay safe kid. I ain't taking care of these idiots by myself

  4. You all act like he doesn't know what he's doing~! It's almost amusing.
    What you all don't realize is that August St. Claire is a great deal more dangerous than you think he is.

    Best of luck, Kiddo! ;D

  5. I, at any rate, am convinced that He does not throw dice.

    Fortis fortuna adiuvat, August

  6. Have fun delivering whatever it is you're delivering, August, and I fully approve of your taste in music. :D

  7. More or less. Suffice it to say we'll be there soon, and I am very excited. I'll look forward to seeing you, and I promise to do my very best to avoid any MORE trouble.

  8. Good luck on the drive, August. Thanks for the little conversation last night/early this morning.

  9. After all we've been through lately I think a little fucking concern is in order Spencer

  10. @Elaine
    Haha, well in that case I'll definitely have to try and get back home as soon as I can. If only this damn car could do more than 100 on desert roads.

    It's not a problem, sweetheart. I've always got an ear open if you need somebody to vent to.

    @Everybody Else
    Thanks for the well wishes, everyone. The delivery is going well and, by god, Electric Light Orchestra is fantastic. I'll probably end up posting an update tomorrow.

    And, please, don't worry too much about this little housewife. Believe it or not, I actually know what I'm doing.

  11. Guys, it's not the 1950's anymore. Little girls like him can do whatever they like without the Man telling them what's what.

    Have fun, kid! I don't suppose I need to extol the many virtues (and lack thereof) of Vegas?

  12. Congratulations on the new car, and I'll see you soon.

  13. Worrying helps keep people alive August, let them worry :P