Dumpster

The other day Ephraim helped me figure out how to transfer my old LMMS projects to my new computer, so I spent a lot of time (into the night) finishing two of my songs--especially one called Blumbll. It may be formed from the words "stumble" and "blunder", but it is awkward at first on purpose. You should listen to it!
https://www.reverbnation.com/havilahgoodenough

I was coming home from the library when the dumpster arrived.
As soon as the guy left, we put on gloves and I started filling buckets with crumbled sheet rock, plaster and smaller pieces of lath. Ephraim started hauling rotten wood from the pile.
Every time I dumped another bucket of junk onto the pile it felt good. I could finally think,
"And that's the last time I'll have to carry that anywhere."
We went through playlist after playlist--Johnny Cash, anime themes, my music, Spanish worship music, the Piano Guys... Sometimes we'd sing along, others I'd tell him where a song came from or he'd tell me the same. Half the time you couldn't hear it, though; because you were hauling in and out of the house.
Today I have the Writer's Block. It doesn't mean you can't write, but it does mean that it's not that fun and it doesn't turn out the way you want. Therefore, I'm going to stop here.
Prosperous days to you all!