Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen

Adventures, Random Thoughts, and A Little Zen
Boneyard Beach, Bull Island, Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge, South Carolina

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Wallie b loggin'

Get it...Wallie b loggin'? Walliebloggin'...HA!  I so funny!

I ended my Two Men and a Truck, Plus a Woman and Another Truck saga a few days ago and have reconnected with my home in the heartland again.  Six states later, I'm sitting here in my garage, with the door open, a gentle rain just beginning, and dusk setting in, I think I love this like Alice  and David love Mt. Shasta.  The cool spring air pushed around by the rains drops, curls around my head and reminds me of the cool mountain breezes I left behind, minus the humidity.  

A couple of days after we arrived in Mt. Shasta, another of my sisters, Betty, joined us from Morro Bay...the Morro Bay of last fall and our 6 weeks house sit in Los Osos.  She arrived in time to help finish the unpacking of the second truck, followed by a few days of hiking and watching Alice and David set up their temporary house, until they manifest their permanent residence close to their mountain, but out of avalanche range.

During that time, more than enough opinions ricocheted off the walls of their rental as to where furniture should be placed, pictures hung, and what should be eaten for our next meal.  But the buck seemed to stop with Alice and sometimes she couldn't keep up with the demand, so she would end the unpacking session, while we regrouped with a hike or drive, as they reacquainted themselves with a place they knew 30 years ago.  




While Alice was working on setting up their home inside, David was in the garage organizing the other stuff outside.  That would be boxes and boxes and boxes and did I mention boxes, of...let's call them items that would not be immediately needed.  With one half of a two-car garage divided into three rows of relatively neatly stacked boxes (about 4 boxes in height, some higher), it all turned out fairly impressive, considering how fast and furious it was unloaded and set at David's feet for placement.  Like Alice, David had to call a time-out from time to time, so his brain could catch up with the boxes of stuff that needed a place.  Not to mention the occasional box that went in the house first, then was referred back to the garage, and eventually ended up crossing the threshold back inside...and vice versa or verse visa, depending on how may times that box crossed that threshold!  But in what seemed a short period of time (all things considered), all but a few boxes were left for their contents to be discovered and a home came into focus from what was just a rental a few days earlier.  BRAVO!
Be envious.
It sounds like it all went so smoothly, but there were the occasional sibling footprints on toes, snoring in the night, shortfalls of the rental, and consensus on whether to play Golf (the card game) or Mexican Train Dominoes each night.  Life is hard!  So is moving!  If it wasn't, everyone would be doing it!  
So where does that leave me sibling-wise?  Instead of having two sisters near me, I have two sisters far away.  I still am ahead of the game, because I used to have all three sisters far away, plus my brother.  I was the only one here (Missouri) and they all eventually found their way back.  I figure given enough time, history repeats itself.  In the meantime, I have a sister and brother within please bring me a gallon of gas, I've run out distance.  So I'm good.

My last day rolled around and it was time to pack instead of unpack.  Betty was giving me a ride to the Sacramento International (Ha!) Airport on her way home, but first it was time for our goodbyes.  We said goodbye to Maria the previous evening, who had made our landing in Shasta a soft one.  But now it was time to say goodbye to these two, who had been nearby for the last 17 years.  For anyone who has siblings, you know you have a special relationship with each.  No two are the same, yet no better or worse than another.  At least that's the way I see it.  Eyes teared up, hugs lasted a little longer, and goodbyes struggled to come out.  But they were good tears, good hugs, and good byes.  It was kinda like I had imagined, just like the way I imagine seeing them again.  Happy Trails!


My Zen from the Road:  As perfect and occasionally imperfect as my 10 days away was, there was that feeling of coming home, seeing Beth's smile, feeling the hot water from my shower head, and sitting in my garage listening to the rain and realizing, we are where we need to be.

Bonus Pics!   
Some of the Eye Candy we chewed on...





Trippy...as Maria would put it!

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