Party like it’s 1999

I know. A horribly over-used cliche. What can I say? I’ve been away from the love of my life for far too long and am hopelessly uncool without her. Whether or not I’m cool even with her is, I’m sure, debatable for some. But that’s for another time. I finally got tired of unsuccessfully trying to hack into the neighbors’ wireless internet connections, so I went retro (hence the 1999 reference) and got me a dial-up internet connection. It’s absolutely maddening. The internet is a complete waste of time without broadband, but that’s just my opinion. It’s taken me close to 10 minutes just to pull up this page and get a box to type in. But, I knew that the vast audience of readers was clamoring for something new.

I finally got a haircut today. Catherine will be proud of me for that. Though I’m not sure if Fantastic Sams would meet her approval. You’ll just have to know, Catherine, that teen wolf has been tamed and the mullet is no longer. I had an interesting time with the woman who cut my hair. She was probably 50 – 55 years old, and spoke with an accent (she was from Mexico, she told me). I sat down in the chair, no doubt looking incredibly pathetic while feeling sorry for myself, and she asked me what I’d like to have done. I said that I needed a haircut. She then bonked me on the head with her comb and said “I know that — how do you want me to cut it!” It was pretty funny. It wasn’t nearly as harsh as it sounds here. It was in good fun.

It snowed again last night. Quite a bit, really. Maybe 2 or 3 inches. Today was much colder, and it’s supposed to snow much more tonight and tomorrow. Very exciting.

It’s been a hard few weeks for our family. I think (hope) I’ve made some realizations about what my priorities need to be and what I need to do. Julie’s been so good about all of the stuff she’s been indirectly asked to do by my being here, and she’s done it so well. I know it’s been hard, and often pretty overwhelming. I, too, have had my moments of despair, wondering if it’s worth it. While I don’t know the answer to that, I do know that I miss my family and can’t wait to bring them up here so that we can be together again. I’m afraid our (my?) hopes of finding some wonderful dream home have been a little dashed, but then maybe that’s what needed to happen. It’s time to refocus and put a few things in order. I don’t need a home like I’ve been wanting. Luckily Julie put me straight on that. The home we’re renting in Pleasant Grove will be great. Now we just have to get there . . .

My employer has been really good about letting me go down and get things taken care of. I’ll probably be coming down on Wednesday night instead of Friday. That will give us a few more days to get our bearings about us and hopefully plan for the coming week. The people at work are so excited just to have a warm body with a clue in there, I think they might be afraid that I’ll just go somewhere else if they give me a hard time. What their motivation is doesn’t really matter. I’m just happy they’ve been so accomodating and understanding. I work with some good people.

So I’ll be down there Wednesday or so. We’ll get as much in as we can before Christmas, then I get the truck on the 26th, and we try to get it all ready to go. Michael has said he’ll drive the beast up (thanks Mid!), which I’m sure will be fun. Michael, you know that you have to go through Laughlin, right? You can’t go over the dam, and there’s no way you’re driving that thing through Flagstaff and over 89 in the wintertime. Maybe Ali will come along for the ride? Anyway, we have the truck until the 30th (which is Saturday). Hopefully we — and everything else — will make it in one piece.