Notes from the desert without pics

Like I said in my last post (about 2 months ago), I’ve been told blogs need pictures and I haven’t had the bandwidth to coordinate pictures and writing right now.  I’ve decided to just write and not worry about pictures because I need to get the words out even if no one reads them because of no pictures.  It’s not like this is a “monetized” blog or anything, so why should I care?

We’ve moved back to Phoenix.  We moved via PackRat moving containers this time and we hired some people to help with packing and loading.  Maybe with practice I’d become better at that job, but right now I just can’t “see” how things should be loaded in order to most efficiently use space.  I get a little better if I can move things around many times.  No one wants to do that with heavy furniture though.  These men we hired were fantastic.  They routinely assured us that all of our stuff would fit in three containers and they were correct.  You would’ve thought they vacuum sealed them.

Once the containers were loaded, we loaded the people and cats into vehicles and started the drive.  Nashville was our first stop.  My cousin and his family live there and we got them to entertain us for a couple of days as sort of a gentle ease into the long drive.  It was sort of this in reverse:  I didn’t listen to Harry Potter and wasn’t Rick Rolled.  I had Thing 1 in the car with me (we are the carb eaters, DH and Thing 2 are low-carb/keto people, so we split up by dietary desires 🙂 ) and he spent the bulk of his time watching Netflix on his phone (he downloaded episodes of things whenever we had a WiFi connection).  He did notice when I played “Southern Cross” (this video leaves off the coda which is annoying because “we never failed to fail: it was the easiest thing to do” is a great line) about 5 times on repeat, but only vaguely. I had to ask him, later, if he’d noticed. There’s been something about that song lately that really works for me.

We arrived in AZ ahead of our stuff and set about getting the cats and people acclimated (again, for the people) to live in the desert in the summer.  The cats quickly learned to only walk on shaded pavement or just stay inside.  I don’t think they like the lack of grass and trees that we had back in NC (truth be told, I don’t either).  I slept on a camp bed in a sleeping bag in the house with Thing 2 and the cats for a few days.  Thing 2’s room came with a loft bed, so we had a mattress delivered the day we arrived and bought sheets, so he definitely had a place to sleep.

A couple days later, the containers showed up.  The first two were furniture and big/bulky things so they were emptied relatively quickly. That was good since it was like a bazillion degrees outside.  The third container was boxes.  So.Many.Boxes.  I think the container was 16 feet long?  It was full.  Wait.  Maybe I have a picture.

First: a shot of the first two containers arriving.  They were all the same size.


This is that third “nothing but boxes” container.  Technically it did have other things, but barely.  That’s Thing 1.  He’s about 5’9″ (?) for scale (175cm/1.75m).


This was after we unloaded all the “non-box” things you can see in the front.  That white box, bottom right?  That was one of the yarn boxes.


We still have LOADS and LOADS of boxes in the house.  In every room.  The kitchen is mostly unpacked, but we’re not completely in love with where things are.  It’s unpacked enough that we can prepare and cook food and eat together at a table.  Days and days of take-away and drive thru were nice, but making that “where should we go for dinner?” decision every day got kind of old.  Tonight I told Thing 1 the menu and he cooked dinner.  That was lovely.  I didn’t even really mind doing the dishes.

I’m still working thru my planned projects.  The green socks and the red/fireball socks are done. I’ve made 20 points on my Hitchhiker scarf.  I tried to work on the Tulle while at knit night once and that was a mistake. The yarn boxes have been opened, but only to look for my ball winder that DH wanted to use for fishing line or something (to get it off the reel).  I didn’t find it.  What a surprise – nothing is where we think it should be.

So, I’m back in the desert.  Yay?

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