Pork chops and marinara sauce. The Kali Yuga protein blast. This is what we ate for dinner last night. As we ate, we watched an episode of Deadwood on the laptop, which was perched on the radiator. It was a li'l piece of heaven.
It is now 6 p.m. and I’ve been awake for thirteen hours. Today we loaded up the trailer with our possessions, stacking everything about ten feet high and lashing it all together with rope. Our rig is parked out front right now. It looks like the Beverly Hillbillies are in town.
Ella is napping. While her ma and I loaded the trailer, she spent the day with Allen, across the hall. I stopped by to check on her at one point and found them both dancing to Tina Turner.
Today was a good day. It was Day One of moving. Tomorrow the adventure continues, as we rise n’ shine early to drive our Beverly Hillbillies-mobile approx. one city block to our new home. What a ridiculous amount of labor and exertion just to move one city block.
Today it occurred to Janelle & me that we’ve moved four times in the last six months. Go ahead and consider what a pain in the arse that is. But don’t think that it’s all bad. We’ve actually pared down on a lot of things in the process. Plus, I’ve become handier with rope and knots. I’m also better at driving enormous trucks pulling continent-sized payloads behind them.
It’s fine. It’s worth it to go through all these gyrations and pirouettes. Somehow, they’re an appropriate reflection of how committed Janelle & I are to the Adventure. It’s tossed us around, jumbled us up, and caused us to learn to ask for help in forty-one ways. But, you know, if you believe things can work out, they can. Tenacity is a virtue.