Pulled down the folding stair and laboriously climbed into the attic. It has been a long spell since I roamed through this silent dusty old place. I turned the corner and started walking down a narrow lane, clearly disused for some time, for the tracks were overgrown with weeds which had withered and died, drooped over and formed a carpet on which to tread.
Presently on my left I spied an old barn, wind-beaten and grey, and listing to the east. Prevailing winds, you know. Curiosity poked me in the side and I went through the open gate to the barn lot. The door hung on a rail and would have been easily opened but that was not necessary for it stood open anyway so I walked inside.
Shafts of sunlight shot through the cracks that separated the siding in random places. I stumbled through all sorts of clutter, disused machinery, even an old kitchen sink, and galvanized tubs, a 1940s vintage washing machine, its wringer dismounted and jammed into the tub.
Then what is that on this old bureau? In stunned amazement I recognize this piece of long disused machinery as my old Idea Mill. I have not seen it in ages and I have no idea how it got here. I must have placed it in the refuse bin for disposal and somebody salvaged it, dragged it to this haven for old stuff. Whoop! Perhaps I can now gin this thing up and work up an idea for a blog post. I reached for the handle and discovered the first problem. The handle was not mounted on its axle but rather it was sticking up from inside the hopper.
I took the crank and placed it back on its shaft. I did not have a pin to hold it in place, but it fit snugly and would perhaps allow a few turns without falling off. I tried to turn the handle. Frozen. Looking into the hopper I could see that the raw material for new ideas had been left in the hopper and it was all clotted, gummed up and hardened into an ugly mass. I looked around for a tool with which to dislodge the stuff. There is a tire iron. Surely that will break it loose! Not so. All my efforts were futile.
I wandered, defeated, out of that place and shambled away. Another hope dashed.
Word of the day: shambled