The Move - Part II

The adventure begins.  And none too soon.  I knew the newlyweds were getting bored when they started playing with the magnetic alphabet on the refrigerator.

We got a pretty early start on Friday for our long day's drive.  Jeff driving the U-Haul, Heather driving her car, and me driving Jeff's pickup.  Fewer stops were made than I expected.  Northeastern Oklahoma has been very arid this summer, and the further southwest we drove the arider it got.  Maybe we were dehydrated.  Although we did have to make one "emergency" stop somewhere in the Permian Basin.  Not an official rest stop, mind you, but out in the middle of nowhere....leaving two obvious wet spots on the side of the road.  The least they could've done was target a poor little mesquite tree or sage brush that hadn't seen moisture in decades.  Sheesh!

Driving 10 hours in the heat can be awfully draining.  So imagine our relief when we were met at the new apartment by SIX young, strong, energetic baseball players, ready to lug furniture and boxes up to the third floor.  If not for them, we would've still been moving way into the night.  Even with all the help, my calves are still aching from a gazillion trips up two flights of stairs.

I'll be the first to admit I am directionally challenged.  And I rely way too much on the compass in my Honda, which was safely parked at my house in Oklahoma.  But I had a gps, for heaven's sake.  Still couldn't find my hotel.  Finally, after almost an hour, just before I hit my breaking point (I felt tears forming around my dry eyeballs), there it was! An oasis in the desert.  Literally.  Well, sort of literally.  A long, relaxing shower, then a king size bed all to myself.  Nothing personal, Neal.  Or Jacob.  Or Lauren.