Note: I originally wrote this early in the morning on August 4 for
another site, but I am particularly pleased with it, so I am reposting it
here to get total coverage. I've only made a few additional corrections.
I did this once before, almost ten years ago. Thought it was time once
again to write about my old friend RC.
rc3: another day in the life of robert cobbler
3 August 2004 / August 3, 2004
By the time I got into my car to... I would say go to work... but the fact
that I am going to work today seems almost incidental... but anyway, by the
time I get into my car to go to work I have already been up for almost 3
hours today. I got up extra early to photograph a still life for my second
assignment which was really due yesterday, but I had forgotten to take the
film out of the fridge last night so I spent an hour going through my
writing desk searching for the title to the Toyota so that I can get
Green's Auto to haul the thing away so I don't have to spend money on it.
Right now that car is costing me money just sitting in my driveway and it
has to come to an end. By the time I have confirmed that I really don't
have the damn title anymore and that I will have to deal with DMV, the film
is ready to shoot, but I still am not. I can't think of what to shoot.
The content of my writing desk is scattered across the floor neatly
organized into categories. The largest pile is stuff to throw away. The
batteries I found stored in the desk are lying about and I imagine the
Energizers confronting the Duracells in a medieval conflict. A couple of
candles become castle towers in my mind. It seems the dumbest thing I can
think of, but I arrange this ten second fantasy into my still life
assignment.
I finish photographing the still life on time, and this is when I get into
my car to start my day which already seems to be progressing. What I have
to accomplish seem to add up to something larger than 24 hours, and even so
I manage to forget three somethings in a row, each time having to turn
around and drive back home to get it. Each time I seem to get further,
which seems like progress, although it is really more work because it's
longer to drive back. First I forgot my medication. Then it was my
Australian passport application. Then it was the CD I had sold on half.com
and had to post today.
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