We’re all here

It was an eventful trip up here, to say the least. Here is the chronicle in all its glory. I apologize for the absence. I haven’t had internet access for a long time. We still haven’t gotten it at home (that comes tomorrow), but at least I’ve been able to access it from work, which means that the twitching from my withdrawals has stopped.

We had a great Christmas. It was spent at our house, amidst boxes, empty walls, and other such fun. Julie and I tried to keep it as normal as possible for the girls. I suppose we’ll know in a few years if we were successful in that or not. But they seem to have done really well, thanks in no small part to Grandma and Grandpa taking them Christmas night.

We started out the morning of December 26th with our one giant truck from Penske. Thanks to ADD (but no thanks for eating all my crab legs), Robert Mullins, Tracy Abbott, TJ Coon, and others, we were able to fill it very quickly. Also thanks to Alison, Lorraine, Amanda, Nancy, Dan, and everyone else who helped us clean stuff out, watch kids, and whatever else was going on while the move was happening. Unfortunately, once the truck was filled, I looked in the garage and realized that it was also filled with yet more stuff. Obviously we weren’t going to make it with just the one truck. I suppose in hindsight I can see how I was probably fooling myself, but as my mother always says, “Hindsight is 20/20.”

So Michael called me that afternoon and asked how things were going. I explained my tale of woe to him, and he suggested we go and get a trailer to haul behind the Penske. Michael and dad bring the trailer over to the house. An hour or so later, the trailer is full, and the garage is half-full, which means that we’re still in a somewhat considerable bind. We start going through some stuff in our minds, trying to see what needs to go and what could (or should) stay behind. Late that night, we decide that we just need another truck.

UHaul opens in the morning at 7am, so we’re on the phone with them at 7:01. Julie asked, begged, cried, and whatever else was required. All I know is that she was able to get them to exchange the trailer for another truck. Michael and I spent some time in the UHaul parking lot on the morning of the 27th, taking stuff out of the trailer and putting it into the new truck. The folks at UHaul said they’ve never seen so much stuff come out of a 12×6 trailer. I guess that’s a tribute to Dan, Michael, and dad, as they were the principle orchestrators of the Tetris game being played.

So we bring the new truck back out to the house, load it, and find we have a few things that just aren’t going to make it. We clean the house some (thanks to April Brewer, who saved our bacon!), sort through things, take some trash to different dumpsters (sorry, Marley Park), and decide that we just need to leave and get on with it. So we say our goodbyes to the home that has so many of our wonderful memories, and we head off to grandma’s to pick up the girls. Keep in mind that neither one of us has changed clothes in a few days and that the girls are still in their Christmas clothes. So we were a ripe bunch, to say the least.

We finally head out on Wednesday at about 2pm. Michael drove the Penske beast, and I drove the UHaul. That leaves Julie driving the van with 4 adoring, obedient, content daughters in the car. We made it as far as Kanab, UT, when the snow started falling. So we stopped for the night at the Shilo Inn. We got a little nervous about availability, as the first 2 places we stopped at were completely booked. The news said that there was quite the storm that night, and was supposed to continue into the next morning. Cedar City got lots of snow, but not much up north.

After a good, but all too short, night’s sleep, we got up early to try and make it the rest of the way. I had hired movers the day before, and they were scheduled to be at the house at 3pm, so we needed to make pretty good time. By the way, hiring those movers turned out to be pretty much the only good decision I made during this whole move. Once we hit about Mt Carmel Junction, outside of Kanab, until Panguitch, the roads were horrible — snowy, packed, icy, etc. We were going no more than 30 mph in certain spots.

We didn’t dare cross over highway 20 from US89, so we decided to keep heading north on US89. You’re supposed to go east on I70 to Richfield, but we weren’t too sure which way to go. The signs were all snowed over. I knew that I15 was west of US89, so we just went west. It turns out that we backtracked about 15 miles or so, but we made it OK. I was shocked to see how bad I15 was. The ramp to get on to I15 must have had a foot of snow on it, with no tracks whatsoever. And I15 itself wasn’t much better. We made it to Fillmore, then the weather improved. Everything was dry once we got up to around Nebo.

That’s kind of the reader’s digest version of what our trip was like. Our landlord has been less than on the ball with our home, so we still don’t have blinds, a washer/dryer, a mail key, a garbage can, garage door opener, etc. But I guess it will come with time. So will his rent checks . . . We spent most of the afternoon on New Year’s Day doing laundry at the local laundromat. I had no idea how expensive that was. We spent $30, easily.

The girls started school yesterday and were very excited to ride the bus this morning. We’ll see how that excitement holds up for them, as it’s supposed to snow tomorrow.

That’s all for now. For all (or both, whatever the case may be) of you keeping track of us, we’re still around. We don’t have internet access, so Julie hasn’t checked her email for quite some time. That will change tomorrow. We’ll also have a real phone number then as well. Hopefully I can get some more pictures as well. Happy New Year everyone.

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.

Waxing Philosophic

It’s good to be back in Arizona for the weekend. The first few things I noticed about being back were:

  1. The roads sure are nice, compared to up there;
  2. This is a big city!

I started sweating once I landed and got things out to the car. It’s amazing how one can get relatively acclimated in a short period of time. We’ve had a busy 24 hours since I got home. Lots of chores to do, the yard to clean up, floors to mop, boxes to sort out, kids to squeeze, etc. We somehow made it out to Sean & Jana’s house in Mesa for the annual look at the Christmas lights get together. It was fun. Lucy had a good time and was pretty tired by the time we got back. Everyone seems well.

While we were walking around looking at the lights, my dad told me that I was waxing philosophic in my old age. I guess when you move you become old. And when you blog you’re philosophical. So I guess it fits. I finished John Adams on the flight home last night. I’ll end this short post with some more philosophical waxings that I found in the book. Then it’s back to ornery old me — until I find another book, that is.

John Adams lived a long time. I’m too tired to look it up, but he was 89 or 90 by the time he died. He lost children, grandchildren, his wife, and many close friends. He died on the 4th of July, 1826, the 50th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and the same day as his one-time close friend, later fierce rival, and ultimately again close friend, Thomas Jefferson. McCullough writes:

That John Adams and Thomas Jefferson had died on the same day, and that it was, of all days, the Fourth of July, could not be seen as a mere coincidence: it was a “visible and palpable” manifestation of “Divine favor,” wrote John Quincy (his oldest son and 6th President of the United States) in his diary that night, expressing what was felt and would be said again and again everywhere the news spread.

To one of his granddaughters, Caroline, Adams wrote:

You are not singular in your suspicions that you know but little. The longer I live, the more I read, the more patiently I think, and the more anxiously I inquire, the less I seem to know. Do justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly. This is enough.

And, finally, he wrote just after his wife, Abigail’s, death, through correspondence with Jefferson:

I believe in God and in his wisdom and benevolence, and I cannot conceive that such a Being could make such a species as the human merely to live and die on this earth. If I did not believe in a future state, I should believe in no God. This universe, this all, this totality would appear with all its swelling pomp, a boyish firework.

Indeed.

That’s all for now, dad. Philosophical and all. I uploaded a few pictures tonight. Those you can see here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/midder/

Thanks to God that he gave me stubbornness when I know I am right

I have been reading David McCoullough’s John Adams with all of my time up here. I’ve been reading it for about 3 months, but this last week or two I’ve really been able to dive in and I’m nearly done. The language of the time is mesmerizing to me. People spoke so formally and matter of factly. The quote in the title of the post was spoken by John Adams while he was in Paris trying to maintain relations with the French during the earliest days of our country. I love reading about the people who lived during the American Revolution. What courage, conviction, and faith they had. Though it was certainly far from all roses. Some of the language between political parties makes today’s rhetoric look tame by comparison.

One of the things that I have enjoyed the most about this book is being able to look into the relationship between John and Abigail Adams via the many letters they wrote to each other. John Adams spent many years in Europe, and a few of those years were spent without Abigail. Further on, when Adams becomes President, he spends time away from her, first at Philadelphia, and then at Washington, DC, once the White House had been completed enough to live in. It makes me think of the relatively short, though seemingly endless, time I’ve been away from Julie and the girls. I don’t wish it to happen again.

I will fly back to Arizona this Friday evening. I hope that Gwenyth remembers me.

How do you like the new Christmas theme?