The last few days have been, in what can only be described in the most understated of terms, "a bit busy". Following Lupe's graduation, we began the arduous task of packing and moving the entirety of our life and its subsequent belongings into a storage unit downtown. Lupe, Elvia (Lupe's mom), and myself spent three days sleeping in two-to-three hour shifts to completely transform the 5-year-long stay and collection of stuff and things known as our apartment into a bare shell made of white walls and tattered carpet. God bless the Rug Doctor(tm) tho. A dog can destroy a carpet. A dog with 5 years to pee, shit, chew, vomit, and rub himself into the same carpet can leave a tar-like residue that could be considered toxic in most states. When dared to drink the blackened sludge that the Rug Doctor(tm) had sucked up out of the wasteland that was our floor for a measly 5 million dollars, I quickly declined.
The end-cap of three days of sore backs and testy attitudes was the benevolence of two very kind storage unit managers who let us stay almost a full half hour past closing time a day before Christmas Eve so we could get the very last of our things out from a U-Haul truck and into the unit without a moment - or a square inch - to spare. Also, big shout outs to the two guys we hired to move the big furniture pieces on that first day of moving. Without you, none of that would have happened.
Ahh, travel....
The plane ride to Seattle and then Sitka was.... nice? Honestly, I don't remember much considering I slept almost the entire time. There was once where I woke up in a half daze to some serious turbulence somewhere between Seattle and Ketchikan but realized, in my stupor, that if I was going to die in a fiery ball of fiery flame in the fiery wreckage of a downed plane I would much rather do it fully rested and subsequently resigned myself to drift swiftly back into unconsciousness. Apparently it all worked out. I don't know; I could still be asleep and all this relief I'm feeling at the thought of not having anything to DO for the next 4 months might just be heaven. It sure feels like it.
That was the best part of this Christmas Eve Day: waking to the realization that I had NOTHING to do today. We got lunch at the Bayview (newly re-bought and remodeled since last I was here), went shopping before everything closed at 6 p.m., and now Lupe is wrapping presents in the center of the floor of the trailer we're staying, shadowed by the glassy ambiance of Christmas tree lights while I type away on the computer.
Seems like we're at home after all.
-d@n
Sitka, AK
12/24/09
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