I write this from the bustling metropolis of Weed, California. It’s dark out, so I can’t speak to the scenery, though it’s supposed to be beautiful, nestled in the shadow of Mt. Shasta. We’ll see if we can see the mountains in the morning.
It’s been a long day. I woke up early and walked to the Mission Branch Library to return some books. The City was just waking up. Store owners were sweeping and hosing down the sidewalks in front of their establishments. There was the children’s park just opening up, the Jelly Donut on South Van Ness, Cafe La Boheme, all my neighborhood haunts starting just another Saturday morning.
Hubby and I rented a 22-ft. truck, which Hubby quite skillfully parked on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building. We had three very good friends show up to help us move: Jay (who has arms like thighs, but hates helping people move and agreed to help only because I’m pregnant), Brian (loyal amigo, buff and aging poet who skipped out on his family time to help us), and Aryn (a strapping young friend who recently accompanied Hubby to Sudan). Hubby and I had packed 98% of our belongings ahead of time, but there were still some loose ends. I spent the morning and afternoon scrubbing out the kitchen and bathroom and throwing last minute items into boxes. The guys hauled all our packings & furniture into the truck, which was surprisingly full in the end. Our bed frame got stuck in the stairwell and had to be disassembled, but our tools had been packed away, so Hubby had to run to the hardware store and buy a screwdriver and allen wrenches. Jay chastised me for not being organized, which I usually am, but I begged off my disorganization on my loss of brain cells due to pregnancy. Preggers brain, they call it.
We had our walkthrough with the building manager, Joe, around 2:30 and Hubby had to hurry off to get the car trailer hitched onto the truck because the place closed at 3:00. The apartment never looked better, though I did inform Joe that we had nesting pigeons on the balcony and I didn’t have the heart to chase them off. He shrugged and said okay. I don’t want to know about the fate of our nesting pigeons.
On my way to meet Hubby at the truck rental place, I got a call from my friends Kenn & Becky, who had arrived at our apartment thinking our going away party was today. Ack. Sorry!
We hooked up the Mini to the truck and drove out of the City around 3:30. It was a slow ride out of San Francisco, thanks to traffic, and this allowed me to get a nice farewell look at my beloved City. The cool thing about riding in a big truck is that you get to see more stuff. Did you know there’s a lighthouse on the southern end of Yerba Buena Island?
Later, we were to discover that our overnight bags somehow got buried deep in the back of the truck. Preggers brain. We had to stop off and get some back-up toothbrushes, toothpaste, and contact supplies for Hubby. Needless to say, we’ll be wearing the same clothes tomorrow. Will need to re-pack the truck when we arrive at Hubby’s parents’ house tomorrow in Silverton, Oregon.
Goodbye, my fair City!
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