what have we done?!

Gadzooks! what trauma! what tribulation! packing and moving is a bear. I can't believe we managed all that mess into boxes and got most of it (excluding a big yard sale, four car loads to goodwill, friends taking bits of furniture, a pile of junk for the bulk pick up, and completely filling ALL of the trash cans at our little bungalow court... the neighbors will curse us) stacked to the rafters in the back corner of the garage at mama a-go-go's house. Now I have to do a mess of maintenance work on Rodney (the car), tidy up our itinerary plan, and organize the stuff that is going with us.

Lots of things are in place but we're not done preparing yet. All the official address changes have been made, our temporary medical insurance is in place, and we seem to have worked out the kinks in all the electronic junk and their individual charging and battery needs. None the less, one of the most important items is a work in progress... our mental state. It has yet to come to terms with what we are doing. I am sleeping soooo much better after making a quick recovery from being gainfully employed, and after jumping the hurdle of packing and storing the stuff, crap, and junk. Even so, I am gripped with the lingering doubt of, "good heavens! what have we done?" I just have to believe the feeling will fade when we get on the road. (that and I must learn to shave with a razor again after years of electric convenience. Have to say it didn't go so smooth this morning. I packed away my old plug-in Norelco to eliminate one more electric gadget from our equipment.)

goodbye tiny casa

we were up at 3:30 this morning finishing up all that darn packing. goodness! crazy times...so i have good reason for lacking the brain power to write all about the chaos and fun at the goodbye dinner. thank you and gooey lurve to the party crew. we're super duper gonna miss you to bits! we'll be back in august so prepare yer sofas for a visit! for now it is sayonara to the tiny casa.

the great pack up: part one

this may be the only part. i think we a-go-gos are just about burnt out on this whole packing scheme. on sunday, i remember taking a look around the tiny casa and telling mr. a-go-go that i thought we'd be done on wednesday. we pick up the truck tomorrow and let's just say we ain't done. aack!the sofa a-go-go moved out last week and we made do with rickety camp chairs. while they were far from a good napping sit, they satisfied after a long day of clearing out stuff and boxing up all sorts of wackiness.yesterday, in preparation for the bulk pick-up we called in, mr. a-go-go dismantled the bed. he built the frame many years ago so that we (um, i) could store boxes and boxes of records, crafty wares and such underneath. he took a couple days to design and build it but taking it apart only took about half and hour with his trusty secondhand drill.the tiny casa is looking kind of sad now. last night we slept on the mattress as it lay puddled on the floor. mister wedged a piece of cardboard between our new "bed" and the wall to keep us from jabbing a finger into the outlet while we slept. not exactly thrilled with the loss of the bed, i took a page from nikki's book and doodled up a sharpie headboard of sorts. not perfect or even close to her niftiness but add some vintage pillowcases and a mister made duvet cover and yer in for a good night's sleep.or maybe that was just the exhaustion...