This blog has come to a screeching halt. It will resume as soon as I finish reading, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I imagine you are busy reading your own copies and will not miss me anyway.
I purchased the book at 9:06 a.m. today. I am currently in the middle of chapter 8 on page 153. I have only 28 more chapters and 606 pages to go.
I left Roy, Utah at 9 a.m. yesterday morning.Â For awhile it looked as though I wasn’t leaving at all.Â I asked the motel desk clerk for directions to the nearest north bound freeway on ramp, and she didn’t know where the freeway was.Â Instead I got directions to a gas station.
I could see the freeway on ramp from the gas station.Â I asked which lane I needed to be in when I pulled out — neither.Â It was a one way street and first I had to circle the block.Â
Finally I hit the freeway — to contstruction woes.Â Traffic was bumper to bumper, 70 miles an hour, with dump trucks and orange cones and tractors rolling in and out … somewhat freaky.Â And in the mess I missed my exit and didn’t realize it until I was quite a ways past.
I stopped to ask for directions and was told to keep going, I’d make it just fine … which was tue, but it took me about 300 miles out of my way!Â I drove through West Yellowstone Park though.Â That was pretty.
I made it to my sisters about 10 p,m, last night.Â I have had about 6 hours sleep and was just called to breakfast …
Â I didn’t get all of my packing done last night.Â I worked until I was so punch drunk I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing.Â I finally decided — with some prompting from OC (on the phone) –Â to get some sleep and hit it fresh in the morning.Â I slept.Â No, I over slept . So I came charging from my room ready to do battle … and for some reason I had left the vacuum cleaner right at the end of the hallway.Â I whacked it with my little toe and neatly — okay, bloodily — removed the toenail.Â Not a good start.
I finished packing in very good time. Then I went to the post office to mail several of the boxes to my sister –Â and the line stretched from breakfast to lunch.Â Finally, packages mailed, I charged home to pack the car.Â I figured that would take a lifetime, but the neighbor guy came over and did it in minutes.Â Â After the car was packedÂ I showered, put on clean clothes, turned in my keys, and hit the open road.Â It was 1 p.m. — much later then I had planned to leave.
I made up a bit of time in the vast flatness that is Arizona.Â The road is straight from horizon the horizon, so I just stepped down on the gas pedal.Â There was another fellow in an evenÂ bigger hurry than I.Â I was going 90 m.p.h. and he shot past me like I was standing still.Â His haste made me rethink mine and I slowed down.Â Even so, I passed him a couple of miles later and he was standing still — he’d stopped to look at some pretty blue flashing lights.Â
Â Right now I am in aÂ motel just outside Salt Lake City,Â Utah — halfway to Spokane.Â It was a long drive — 7.5 hours — and much of the route was being repaved, so we were routed to single file lines rolling too slow.Â For a goodly portion of the drive into Salt Lake we actually traveled on the shoulder of the road.Â Mile after mile — over an hour — of driving on the “wake up” strip.Â My hands tingled from all the vibration in the steering wheel — and we won’t even talk about the noise …..Â Â Driving in Salt Lake itself is actually a joy.Â Even during rush hour the 10 lane freeway doesn’t get crowded.Â The drivers were very courteous, too.Â It was almost surreal.
After I checked into the motel — even before I unpackedÂ the car –I went down the block to Applebee’s and had my only bite of food in almost 9 hours.Â I ordered a steak, and ate like a vacuum cleaner.Â I am not certain I didn’t munch the napkin.
Now I’m going to bed.
I keep packing, but nothing seems to disappear!Â Somebody come help me!Â I have no organizational skills.Â I do everything three times.Â I move this from here to there and back again.Â I can’t tell you how many times I resisted the urge to pitch it all out in the yard and whistle for the neighbors.Â To hell with selling it.Â TAKE IT AWAY!
If I am packing, tossing, throwing away, giving away and selling, how is it that my house is in shambles and I have only treacherous paths to aid my travel from room-to-room?Â Maybe when I pitch it all out in the yard tomorrow for the sale, I’ll be able to see the floor again.
My yard sale prices are going to be very reasonable — as in:
“Can I have this?”
“Yes!Â Take it with my blessing!Â Do you need help carrying it to your car?”