It's All Coming Together... or Apart???

Well, the contract on our house looks all but for certain. We are scheduled to close on the house on Friday, February 22. We will be packing it all up and convoying it east next week. We are still looking for an old black Trans Am to run interference for us to keep the fuzz off our tail. We have somewhere in the neighborhood of 62' of trailer space and one small UPS truck (owned by a local airline). Plus three pick-up trucks pulling the trailers. It is truly amazing how much stuff we collect. Next Wednesday after lunch we will be pulling into D.C. We can use all the help we can get to help unload. Free food and drinks will be provided. Anyone wishing to help out with online seminary classes during next weeks move... just call me for a reading assignment, quiz review or essay topic.

On a less serious note... I did get to do some muddin' this week. First time since I traded the Jeep in, little over a year ago. I was actually the navigator. Hooked up the tow strap and talked smack was really all I did but it was fun. Thanks to my ole Air Force buddy, Captain B.Fargin for providing the mud and the stuck vehicle.

Tomorrow is one of the first of many lasts for me over the next week. Tomorrow will be the last Pizza Hut lunch for our gang. This may seem trivial to some but pretty much every Friday of my life for the last several years was spent at the local Hut. We go there and catch up and share our hopes, dreams and fears. We eat pizza and drink diet drinks. We walk in to "our" table and sit down even if there are buses full of people waiting to get in. We eat from the buffet from our table not the bar. They make special pizzas for us. We get coupons and pay next to nothing for great pizza and even better fellowship. Tomorrow will be our last regular visit. I am sure that if I am ever in this town on a Friday in the future it will involve a Hut trip.

That's enough of that...

My Own Bucket List

My friend Rhino recently posted a blog titled "The Bucket List". His is pertaining to a movie and one of the things on his checklist of things to do before he dies. My bucket list is very different. Here is my bucket list, best I can remember: ham, hashbrown casserole, green beans, role, diet pepsi, Krystal shake, fries, corn pup, and an apple. We were leaving Thursday morning to go scope out some places to live for the next few months. We have had our parents, my little sister, friends and anyone else looking desperately for options in NC. I woke up early Thursday morning to a rumbly tummy. For the next few hours I stayed very near the bathroom. I will spare you the details but I hope and pray that none of you get this virus. Apparently it is going around. It reminds me of the time me and Rhino helped Big Nate move to Colorado. We drove for two days with a big UHaul trailer. Hitting speeds of more than double the little speed limit sign in the rear view mirror (the one the paint backwards on the trailer). As soon as we pull into the apartment complex we head for the office to get Nate's keys to the third floor apartment he has secured. I spent the next several hours near a bathroom. Then I spent the next 12 hours in Nate's recliner with my pillow and a blanket staring out into the Rockies. They say it was very forlorn of my future days in a sanitorium. During all this my buddies were carrying things up three flights of stairs, then rewarded themselves with some Outback Steakhouse takeout. I recall that particular part as being a little cruel. But I guess the deserve it since the only thing I carried upstairs was my pillow. Why do I tell this story? I think I am allergic to moving stuff...