It’s one thing to see your life flash before your eyes; like when you’re driving through high winds on black ice way up in the mountains in a rear-wheel-drive cargo van with baloney-skin tires in winter. That’s traumatic enough; but, when you see all of your stuff coming out of a huge moving van, piece by piece, box by box, a steady stream of things directly and indirectly related to you with varying degrees of usefulness, but all relatively sentimental…when you see this, the trauma is there but it’s subtle.Why? Because you’re too busy wondering how in the world you’re ever going to unpack and find a place for everything!
It’s mid-afternoon, sunny, and 66 degrees on this, the day before the moving van arrives with our stuff and one of our 2 vehicles. We’ve been staying at a VRBO on the outskirts of Merced that has been such a comfortable, beautiful, and practical alternative, and will probably continue to be so indefinitely, at least until I get our place in town up and running. I’ll have more to say about this VRBO and the cool folks who run it in due time. In the meantime I’ll simply mention a few key characteristics: hot tub, pool, home brewer, 2 dogs, beautiful patio, and above all, those cool, interesting, conversant folks who run this VRBO, with this kind of a view: