Archive for April 8th, 2008
Editors note: I have been without the internet for the last 2 ½ weeks due to my recent move. During that time I wrote a couple of blogs that I was unable to post. Here is the first:
As far as weeks go, they don’t get much longer than the last one. Last Tuesday, I packed everything I own into the biggest truck that U-Haul rents and head out of Florida. 1 faulty gas gauge, 2 dead car batteries, $475 in gas, 900 miles and 50 hours later, I arrived in St. Louis. That was one week ago, and I am still exhausted.
My journey appeared to be cursed from the start when I ran out of gas less than an hour into the trip. The U-Haul gauge said I had ¼ a tank left, but apparently my truck was a filthy liar. I had to jog a mile down to the next exit, buy a gas can and fill it, then jog back and fill up my truck. When I finally got the truck to the gas station, I was greeted with this horrible sight:
I didn’t know that gas gauges went that high! By the time it hit $150 I was ready to pass out. Needless to say, moving cross county during the highest recorded gas prices in history proved to be rather costly.
Megan and I spent that night in Alabama1, and awoke the next day to find that her car wouldn’t start. One tow and one new car battery later, and we were back on the road. We arrived back in St. Louis late last Wednesday nite, hoping that the worst was behind us. This was only the beginning.
Several logistical problems almost prevented us from moving in on time. We eventually squared away most of the problems, and spent most of Friday unloading the U-Haul. That nite I was greeted by another dead battery, this time on the U-Haul. I guess even car problems come in threes.
By Saturday we began the grueling process of bringing order to the mess that is our new home. That nite we received a much needed break in the form of a wine and cheese party. Lots of friends, wine, karaoke, washers, and guitar hero helped remind us why we moved back to St. Louis in the first place.
I started back at my new job on Monday after my week “off”, and I’ve been busy trying to get the new place set up since then. Once our place looks presentable, I will post some pics and some kind words about our new home. Until then, I will be plowing through a big pile of muck hoping while trying to stay positive.
1 Driving through Alabama is actually worse than it sounds. Not only are the roads the worst I’ve ever seen, the local rednecks have taken to putting the phrase “BAMA” on every surface imaginable. Bill suggested that I congratulate the first redneck I see on his support of Barack oBAMA. That Bill is a witty one indeed.