Sunday, November 20, 2005
With a little additional packing we were ready to go a bit after noon. Despite our efforts for the past three weeks, it was obvious that an additional couple of days of packing would be needed before we would be ready for the movers. However, we needed a break, and with Thanksgiving coming up and a planned visit to an aunt in Nashville, it was time to leave.
Knowing the difficulties of negotiating a large truck and the difficulties of traveling with an invalid who would declare his need to evacuate his bowels at the most inconvenient times ("Poo down 'dere!"), I convinced my mother to leave a half-hour before me. This would also leave me time to check my e-mail before venturing into the wilds of North Louisiana. Unfortunately, my mother had elected to have our phone service turned off on Sunday morning and I was unable to connect.
I left the house with some sadness at it's newly vacant and forlorn quality. But, ultimately, when you return to the home of your youth, you find it's not the home that you miss...it's the youth.
The arrival on a misty night in Ruston was relatively uneventful, save for the fact that my mom said they were waiting for me at a Shamrock station south of town, while they were, in fact, waiting at an EZ-Chek station. I began unloading immediately upon arrival around 8PM and was largely completed by 11PM.
Next: Monday, November 21, 2005
"That's not my job" is a great slogan for organizational failure.