Testosterone Weekend

 

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Quote:

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.”
― Joseph Conrad

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Move: Complete.  Well nearly. 

Moving to SLC was eerily easy.  Before I’d made the decision to move, say, around February when I was mired in paralysis of choice, things were kinda frustrating and hard.  Once I made the decision to move to SLC life just started clicking into place.  I had a little talk with God to let him know that IF I was going to move to a state I hitherto loathed he better make it easy or I wasn’t going.  And easy it was.  Almost a little TOO easy.

I flew out to SLC for a weekend and when I arrived my friends had lined up houses for me to see.  J. chauffeured me around and made all the phone calls (hurrah!  I’m phonephobic).  Nothing looked good because they all had creepy basements with places to stash dead bodies.  Until we walked into THE ONE. 

I applied to ONE house and we found out within the week that we were accepted!  Then I had to figure out my lease and it ended right on time for us to move. 

I consulted with Houdini about the move and he willingly prepared the move-away custody agreement AND gave us sufficient funds to move. 

I had plenty of time to pack my whole house all by myself (one box by Paige). 

I asked for help from the men folk to load the truck and they came in droves. 

I begged Hush (intro later) to come out from SLC to help me drive the truck for 12 hours and he came without argument and was MVP of moving. 

I arranged for Mimi to stay with grandma to finish out the school year and Mimi was thrilled to be staying for a few weeks. 

I asked my friends to be there when we arrived and I pulled up to 11 people ready and willing to help us move in. 

So here we are.  There are SO MANY great new things happening I don’t even know where to start.

I highly recommend moving when you’re a poor unfortunate single mother.  Men are so capable and helpful!  I even packed the boxes wayyy too heavy and nary was there a complaint!  They actually feel pride about getting everything all packed up just right.  In a matter of two days I think maybe 20 different men helped us and I am so very grateful.  Maybe when you move with a husband the guys think that he has to have made some serious service efforts in the months leading up.  Maybe husbands are a moving liability.  I don’t know.  Either way, people came from all over and lifted my stuff.  Some of my lady friends were around too and I appreciated them as well.

Men in Dville loading them up and moving them out. 

Then of course there was the 12 hour drive going less than the speed limit.  Also a man party consisting of Jude, Silas and Hush.  We did some roof dancing in Elko and that made things tolerable.

Then we finally arrived!  I’d forgotten how cute my new little house is.  It’s old and yellow and quaint and lush and just all around adorable.  I love it.  When we pulled up yellow irises were blooming in front of my yellow house.  It was springy and just so good.  It makes me happy every time I drive up.  There’s something to be said for loving the way your home looks.

We piled out and then the droves of party people arrived to unload the truck.  They had it done in 30 minutes and there were pictures hanging by the time they left. Best helpers EVER.

I had friends I hadn’t seen in 15 years show up, Dville people I grew up with, STRANGERS from my blog (well I guess we’ve known each other for six years, but still.), a cousin, and all my guy friends.  Look through the pictures, these people are rad.  It was more like a party.  Many thanks to each of you. 

 

 

 

Anyway, we are all settled, relieved, and grateful. 

Phase one is done and done.  Now to figure out the rest of our lives!