We left St. Louis at 2:30 eastern time on Sunday. At least, we thought we did. It said 2:30 on the clock in the truck, and that was an hour different than St. Louis time. But, when we stopped for a late dinner at the Applebees outside Louisville, we discovered that the clock had been set to mountain time: it wasn't 8:30, it was 10:30! Suddenly, we were exhausted, so we stopped for the night.
Monday was hard: we hit a hail storm in West Virginia and, meanwhile, Rudy was roving the streets of Maplewood, having escaped out the window and over the fence at Joyce's. (Steve and Mindy didn't nickname him "Roudini" for nothing.) Joyce strafed her neighborhood with business cards, and eventually there were enough Rudy-sightings to zero in on his location.
Imagine you're in a giant steel drum and 50 major-league pitchers are hurling rocks at it, over and over. That's what a hailstorm sounds like from inside a 15' rental truck. I'm sure it sounds different if you own the truck. Joe was driving. I was curled in a ball in the passenger seat with my fingers in my ears. Around 7:30pm, Joe said he felt like he was in the Twilight Zone, which seemed like a good reason to stop driving. Less than 2 hours from Frederick, we called it a night.
So, on Tuesday morning we arrived in Frederick, where it was only raining a little, and unpacked most of the truck. We left the heavy things until we got some extra help in the evening, from Joe's brother, Bill; his fiancée, Jackie; and Jackie's friend, Tim. Tim arrived from Taiwan about a week ago, and Bill and Jackie have been showing him the sights. And suckering him into helping strangers move.
We've been unpacking, shopping, returning the truck and playing with my 270 new cable stations. Somehow we managed to find the season finale of Lost, but finding it didn't help us understand it. Does anyone know what the hell is going on?
Selected visual aids coming soon.
Monday was hard: we hit a hail storm in West Virginia and, meanwhile, Rudy was roving the streets of Maplewood, having escaped out the window and over the fence at Joyce's. (Steve and Mindy didn't nickname him "Roudini" for nothing.) Joyce strafed her neighborhood with business cards, and eventually there were enough Rudy-sightings to zero in on his location.
Imagine you're in a giant steel drum and 50 major-league pitchers are hurling rocks at it, over and over. That's what a hailstorm sounds like from inside a 15' rental truck. I'm sure it sounds different if you own the truck. Joe was driving. I was curled in a ball in the passenger seat with my fingers in my ears. Around 7:30pm, Joe said he felt like he was in the Twilight Zone, which seemed like a good reason to stop driving. Less than 2 hours from Frederick, we called it a night.
So, on Tuesday morning we arrived in Frederick, where it was only raining a little, and unpacked most of the truck. We left the heavy things until we got some extra help in the evening, from Joe's brother, Bill; his fiancée, Jackie; and Jackie's friend, Tim. Tim arrived from Taiwan about a week ago, and Bill and Jackie have been showing him the sights. And suckering him into helping strangers move.
We've been unpacking, shopping, returning the truck and playing with my 270 new cable stations. Somehow we managed to find the season finale of Lost, but finding it didn't help us understand it. Does anyone know what the hell is going on?
Selected visual aids coming soon.
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