Finally got my shit together. All of it. It’s in the back of a 14′ U-Haul. Here’s something – and I think this might be an epigram: If you and your mate can’t get all your shit in the back of a 14′ U-Haul, then you have too much shit.
Okay, that’s just some made up wisdom to fit the situation.
Like… If He didn’t want you to eat’em, He wouldn’t have made’em cows.
I haven’t been hanging around your blogs and writing my own because my wife and I have been on the road. We’re moving from Maine to New Mexico. Tonight we’re in Oklahoma. Never seen so many pickups. Or, as my wife observed, Don’t see many Volvos around here, do ya.
Sold our house.
Gave away our cars.
Quit our jobs.
So basically… we’re out of work, on foot, and homeless.
All part of the Master Plan.
It turns out that herding this truck 7-8 hours a day is more work than I am presently suited for.
By the end of the day I feel like I’ve been rode hard and put up wet.
But I have written a couple of amazing posts in my head over the last few days while we’ve been driving along. If I can just remember…
Today’s Travel Tip:
If you’re going to stay in a cheap-ass motel, be sure to bring your own toilet brush and do not eat the oatmeal.
Westbound and down, Y’all.