The Good, the Bad, and the Really Awful

I’ve always wanted to use that title. Now seemed a good time. This has been a frustrating time. Moving into a new place is always frustrating, but when you have to find all of your office paraphernalia and get it back into its rightful spot ready for use is a killer.

I’m sure many of you have had the same experience. You drag in another box or tub, just knowing that the very item you’ve been pulling your hair out looking for simply must be in this container, because this is the last one marked “OFFICE.”

You attack tape and lid like a mad woman, delighted that you’ve finally achieved your goal, only to find another container full of files rather than the software and special cord you knew had to be in there. The letdown is just too great. Tears start to well up in your eyes. You’re tired and frustrated and desperate. You can’t get your wireless printer up and running as needed until you find that software and cord.

Who cares how many household files go missing in the meantime? It’s the printer that’s important. It’s that final link with the civilized business world, publishing in particular, that must be appeased with fresh, crisp white sheets of rag content, not the light company.

That’s been our living nightmare for the past week. Stacks of boxes and tubs, filled to the rims with absolutely necessary possessions that mean little if we can’t get to the office needs first so that it can be brought to fully functioning life.

Tears have come and gone. More are soon to follow. I still haven’t found that software. Got the cord. I made progress there. Haven’t found my software portfolio yet, where I’m praying will be a shiny little CD with the initials HP printed on one side. Wish me luck.

The Good? We’re stationary for a long while working on the book and other projects that need our attention.

The Bad? We’re in an identical apartment as before but on the second floor. Confusing to say the least. Exasperating when trying to get groceries into the house.

The Really Awful? Madness with unpacking, searching in vain for critical items until the Heavens open to spotlight the offending little bugger wherever it is. Plus, I’m one of those who doesn’t cry pretty.

I’ll be back in a couple of days to talk about something far more impressive, I’m sure. At least, I hope so.

A bientot,

Claudsy

Another Road Experience in the Making

Yep, that’s right. We’re about to go out again. We’ve got people to see and things to do before the month is out.

It’s back to Houston for us to meet with friends and distant family. A day on the Gulf Coast might be possible before the rain moves in again. You heard that right, too. The rain will be following us again. The Universe seems determined to have us act as the harbingers of cloud and rain. We’ve reluctantly taken up that mantle and are trying to make the best of the title.

This will be a short post. I still have a few things to do before falling into bed to concentrate on the insides on my eyelids for a few hours before our departure.

Think about this when you have a moment. Our wee car is stacked to the roof with all that we need (aside from dry weather). Each time we stop to get out for longer than the few minutes it takes to make a restroom run, gas up, or buy drinks and a snack, the contents of said car get rearranged in order for us to get what it is we’re going to need for whatever task it is that we’re attempting to do.

And don’t even think about needing a spare tire. There’s not enough roadside for that eventuality.

Think, too, about every time we camp and all those things that make up a good lengthy stay that emerge from the confines of that little car. Taking it all out isn’t really much of a job. All that gear seems determined to help with the task every time any portal  is opened wider than a handwidth.

No, the time , effort, and frustration comes into play when everything must go back into said car in approximately the same place from which we’d removed it. It was in that spot for a reason–it fit there. That’s the only reason for anything being where it is.

In case anyone’s wondering, the car is already packed for take-off. All we have to put in it in the morning is ourselves, our coffee mugs, and our pillows. Nothing else is left to stuff  in the car.

So, with that, I’ll say goodnight. I have a couple of other postings to make before bed. At that point I’ll gratefully drop into unconsciousness.

Have a marvelous weekend, everyone. Enjoy your own adventures. Hopefully, I’ll be posting something again in a few days. Until then, a bientot,

Claudsy