Boxen!

Aug. 30th, 2010 01:23 pm
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From chaos beginneth to emerge a dwelling. We have a kitchen that we can almost find everything in, a place to watch movies, a library that emergeth slowly from the primeval cardboard ooze, and a living room that hath place withal to sit.


Living Room

Progress!

More pictures of the Wolf Den shall follow as the mess becometh more picture-squee.
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We weren't able to leave until Sunday night around six - there was just too much to get finished up. But, we got it done. There was a horrific downpour right as we (almost) finished loading the truck - I got drenched putting the last few items in and my clothes were wet clear until bedtime.

We stopped at a Wendy's for dinner before we got on the road, and then hit the freeway northbound. As soon as I got up to about 65, the truck began swaying violently from side to side, so badly that I honestly thought we were going to tip over. I was fighting to keep the vehicle upright and trying to stop the harmonic motion with compensatory steering, but it was almost a losing battle. Rolling a fully-loaded van at 65 on a busy freeway would have been death. As it was, we just about had heart attacks anyway - but we were thankful to have been spare death or disaster.

After we got pulled over and calmed down a bit, we called Budget roadside assistance, and got the answer that a dispatcher would call us back in 30 minutes to tell us what to do. We decided to trundle ahead - slowly. Budget's dispatcher called back in an hour and a half, and told us that there was really nothing we could do until Monday morning. Not surprising. We made it as far as Moorefield, WV that night, where we stayed at the South Branch Inn - a very pleasant motel that was just where we needed it when we got tired.

The next morning we got back on the road at 11, after recovering from our exhaustion somewhat. We drove as far as Keyser, WV where we had lunch at Denny's and called Budget again and tried to find a shop that would fix the truck for us somewhere along the route to Detroit. They told us there was a place in Keyser, Truck Enterprises, Inc., that could take care of us. Google Maps, unfortunately, got the location wrong and it took us an hour and about 35 miles of lumbering up and down mountain roads to find the place - only to be told that they couldn't help us - they were too busy. The service manager had told the Budget dispatcher that on the phone, but Budget sent us there anyway... and it turned out this place only worked on Semis anyway. We were not happy!

I used the phone at the repair shop to call Budget once more. Every time we call, we're told we have to wait for another dispatcher to call us back. West Virginia is not famous for Verizon connectivity, so we spent a lot of time playing phone tag with them. By the time we had crossed from West Virginia into Maryland and back across the border to West Virginia again, Budget gave us the name of a repair shop that was 30 minutes behind us. I told them we were driving to Wyandotte, Michigan tomorrow and wanted a shop there. She tried to talk me into waiting, but I had had enough of their nonsense - hopefully Tuesday will get us to a place that can get us fixed. The fellow in Keyser told me that based on a visual inspection, the front wheels were pigeon-toed and the sway-bar bushings were shot.

We stopped for dinner at a Texas Roadhouse where I enjoyed a prime rib with a sweet potato and steak fries, and ToniAnne had ribs. We pulled into a Motel 6 in Crafton, PA where I ran into an absolute nightmare - the details are too unpleasant to re-live - and we ended up staying at a different location by the airport. There we had a comfortable king bed and a good rest until this morning. We are praying for safe roads and smooth sailing - as long as I stay at about 55, I can keep the swaying under control, but it's still nerve-wracking as I never know when the rocking will start up again.

Send us good thoughts and positive energy!

Moving Day

Aug. 14th, 2010 06:30 am
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My hands are hamburger. Wife is swinging from the chandeliers. Some days it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.

By setting a deadline to get the truck and move, I effectively doomed us to trying to get 3 weeks of work done in 5 days. Yes, it's crazy - but we're going to make it. Wife's daughter Katie has helped a lot, too, and the missionaries came by the other day and helped us clean out the crawl space where the food storage buckets and lots of other things were, getting filthy in the process.

Our realtor came yesterday and we got the house listed. We pick up our truck at 9:30 this morning, and we're hoping for a few warm bodies to help us move stuff into the Wolfmobile. Everything's upstairs or in the carport, most everything is in boxes, so it should be a fairly straightforward operation.

Left for me to do:
Install two outside lamps on the front retaining wall
Finish a backsplash on the new countertop
Pack my travel suitcase and the rest of my clothes
Help clean and touch up paint as needed.
Probably a whole hqizload of things that I'm not even thinking about.

Left for ToniAnne to do:
Paint stairwell
Go around the house and touch up paint job.
Finish packing
Make sure her daughter has everything she needs while we're gone
The whole hqizload of things that I'm not even thinking about, times jillionty-six. She really gets a gold star for plowing through this, and deserves a cruise or something to make up for it.


Tomorrow morning, Mogg willing, the Wolfmobile will be on the road in the direction of Detroit. Route looks like this:


(Click to enlarge)

If you're anywhere near our route, give me a heads-up. You can text me a short (140 character) message at 8016523423@vtext.com. If it's possible, we'll stop and say hello.

Pray for us - we'll need all the positive energy we can get.

Shatterday

Mar. 20th, 2010 09:55 am
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My head hurts.

My apartment looks like an F4 blew through it. I just disassembled my bed. 2 good, faithful friends coming over at 1 today to help me move bed, couch and a small Conn Organ to my storage unit - then I'll be able to see how much space I have left for the rest of my hqiz.

Then I get to fly to Virginia and help my fiancée do pretty much the same with her house, and when her place sells - may it sell quickly, amen! - load all her hqiz in a truck and drive back to Salt Lake. Where we have no idea where we'll be living.

But it's worth every minute, every bump, bruise, busted fingernail, every inconvenience, every hassle. Because I'll get to be with her. And when our paperwork goes through - hopefully without any undue delay - we can have a wedding.

Hmm, what's next?

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