Rain Delay

Of which there have been not a few.  So today I got to go to the laundromat, which is always a breathtaking showcase of How People Behave.  I will leave it to you to guess Just How That Is.  At least the clothes are clean and I didn’t lose anything, so, success.

I’m losing track of the days, Gentle Readers.  How long have we been at The Interesting Motel? We have the platform complete and the lattice and door are up.  Everything is tarped and we have to wait for it to stop raining at which point we’ll get to figure out how to raise the roof, so to speak.  Then there’s doing plumbing and kitchen and……. It seems unimaginably endless, but the bright spot from yesterday which was getting storage sheds means that at least we can get everything out of storage in Oakland and bring it to The Spot instead of….yeugh.  Backing and forthing and new storaging and hoo boy.  We had fun with those storage sheds, we did!  Had to rent a pickup and then when the load started shifting in the back on the freeway, had to pull over and rethink.  During which time the gearshift went into Safety, I”m Not Moving, Oh No mode.  Tattered nerves precluded remembrance of what to do in such cases, which is put your foot on the brake and shift.  So there was a fun call to UHaul Roadside Assistance, and a person whose name I THINK was Shaman took mercy on us and called me back before sending the road crew, giving the brake instruction, which after a certain amount of in the truck cab shouting actually worked.  Bless that person in perpetuity, let’s just say.

Meanwhile, there are yellow hummingbirds, wild turkeys, jackrabbits, curious lizards, and all kinds of creatures regaling us with their presence.  A posse of burros appeared on a hill one day and the baby goats are teaching each other how to jump up and down.  Our landlady’s dog has adopted us.  The mountains are shimmering, mysterious energies and pretty amazing.  

All in all it is hard to describe what this experience is like.  Kind of like getting shot out of a cannon and hurtling through space.  We returned the pickup today and the man in line in front of us was renting a truck too, and was asked what his “move to” address was.  He didn’t have a clue, he said.  It made me remember that a month ago I was in exactly that same place, and used exactly those same words.  Things work out and I suppose what happens is, in the end, the resistance gets dropped because it simply cannot be maintained.   I think about this project we’re engaged in and probably, if I were not so very tired, it would freak me out a bit.  But it seems right, somehow, and I’m learning that faith is about a lot more than you might think from watching the news.  It is about knowing that there is a sequence to things, you are part of that, and although you may not be able to see what is next, the important thing may be the process itself.  You always do get where you are going, even though mostly I don’t think any of us really know where that is-  so you may as well step lightly and consciously, and with appreciation.   That’s the plan for today, anyway.


3 responses to this post.

  1. Laundromat = Playground for zombies on stimulants.

    There always seems to be a glaze over their eyes and a melancholic expression when they pull their clothes out of the washing machine as if to say…

    “Lo, my life in faded underpants”


  2. Interesting thoughts on this one.


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