Though largely unnoticed by the general blogging population, I have been on hiatus for the past 11 days.
Yes, everything is okay. Thanks for asking.
I have spent a wonderful week in Pennsylvania and the states between there and here (i.e. Texas). The week was both relaxing and exhausting. The trip was both exhilarating and tiring. This style of writing is both effective and annoying.
The primary reason for the trip was to move my daughter back to Texas.
Why is it that most moves seem to take place in the dead of summer?
Moves are exhausting and frustrating enough as it is without the temperature being over 100 degrees (38 C) and the humidity being so thick that gills are required for effective breathing. Frankly, I’d rather move when it was freezing outside. Physical labor has a natural warming effect on the human body, much like hot chocolate or acute embarrassment.
But other than that, the move went smoothly. I have moved so many times in my life that I have got the routine down pat. The trick is to not pack any boxes so heavily that to lift them requires a truss and subsequent medical attention. (Anvils may need to be broken up into several pieces and packed separately.)
And, as a bonus, I got to drive a big rental truck the 1400 or so miles between PA and TX. I quite enjoy this part of any move. Though the truck I rented was not quite as big as a semi truck, it was still quite thrilling coming down the side of a mountain in Virginia in a fully loaded box truck while navigating a hairpin curve at 70 miles per hour (112 KPH). Extra points are to be had if doing so in an outside lane while a true semi truck is in the inside lane and its out-draft is forcing one over the side of a ravine. Now is a good time to relax and do some light reading, such as the signs whizzing by that say, “Watch for falling rocks” or perhaps, “No trucks in left lane“, or even “Left lane closed ahead — merge right“.
Just like there are no atheists in foxholes, neither are there atheists in rental trucks careening around mountainous curves on two wheels.
Only the fear of losing my deposit on the rental truck helped me maintain my composure. However, I’m sure I will be dinged for the permanent imprints of my hands on the steering wheel.
At any rate, the move went smoothly (any video-game-type driving antics aside) and now everyone is safe and sound here in chez Biff in Dallas. The downstairs is a complete disaster area, looking much like it would if a rental truck spilled its entire contents there.
But I was only responsible for getting it here … not finding a place to put it.