So we did it…we are in a small town. The move happened spectacularly over the weekend and we are almost COMPLETELY unpacked, pictures hung, etc…
Let the games begin…
Saturday
Pretty uneventful. No, not really. I can’t back that up. Let’s see…it took no less than THIRTY phone calls to find the cell phone charger, keys, the DVR’s, the light bulbs, the cables and my mind. By the 30th phone call, neither Terry or Whirly was answering which meant that we would leave voice mails to which they wouldn’t listen but call back and say “What did you want?”
My end response was “Well if you would have (a) answered in the first place or (b) listened to the voice mail, we wouldn’t have to rehash this…yes? Where’s the charger, keys, DVR’s, etc?”
The response that was not something I can post here, being as well….it was rude!!!
Ummmmm….oh yeah! Whirly Girl ran out of gas in the U-Haul. This actually get funnier everytime I tell the story as I can elaborate or include details that were left out originally. It’s also exponentially funnier based on the quantity of Coors Light consumed. But I digress.
The evening concluded with friends and dinner…and margaritas…and beer. And a 2:00 AM game of musical chairs played out for our amusement in a SUV that was carrying said drunky friend home and she couldn’t decide exactly where she wanted to sit or lay down. I have since said I wouldn’t have been surprised if her girlfriend hadn’t strapped her to the roof.
Sunday
Ahhhh….I gots me my own “Wisteria Lane” out in these parts. As my neighbor came over to introduce herself and her (follow me) daughter’s ex-boyfriend/best friend/mom’s slave. It was awkward. She was awfully “friendly” with the young man…much to the extent that when they left, I felt kinda dirty, in that Mrs. Robinson way. Only she’s about 45 and he’s MAYBE 15….ewww….
But she gave me the skinny on the neighbors, the landlords, the Mary Kay agent in the subdivision that is a thief, the teenagers at the end of the cul-de-sac that party way too late into the night and park all over the place. (sounds like a typical night at my house, if you have EVER read my blog!) I didn’t have the heart at that moment to tell her to buckle up, as I am sure we will have lots of folks over from time to time…and (shhhh) they are almost all gay…yes, in the small town….gay people!!!!
Later in the evening….’nother neighbor stops by…apparently her husband got laid off and doesn’t work. Doesn’t clean house. Doesn’t do laundry. Or from the inferred statement…her. (as in “He doesn’t do much, you think he’d have the energy.”) They have a young son that has developed a bit of hero worship of my son and wants him to come over and play on the Wii and have pizza. Everyday. The son is being nice….”just until school starts, mom.”
Monday – Tuesday
Well, I have to judge my time going to work well yet. Yes, I understand it’s only day TWO of the commute (which I love!) but yesterday I was 10 minutes late, so I adjusted this morning by 10 minutes and was 30 minutes EARLY….
I have decided that country drivers are different that city drivers. First of all…..country drivers are FAST. With most farm-to-market roads being at minimum 65 MPH. And I haven’t seen an accident yet. [knocks wood]
Country drivers are well mannered. Much more so than city drivers, they may be moving fast, but they yield, they wave (with more than one finger) and they use their signals. It’s amazing.
The closer I get to Dallas, I realize just how different the environment it. As the traffic inches closer to Dallas, there is less yielding, less signals, more one finger waves. No one lets anyone in and I see accident after accident just because people are in a hurry.
Epilogue.
They closed the Piggly Wiggly by us. Which was one of the top two reasons I wanted to move to the country…to be able to say “I’m goin’ to the Piggly Wiggly!!!!” alas, it rings hollow now.
I freakin’ love my house….seriously…this nice and the price is sa-weet!!!! The air is different, I mean aside from the occasional whiff of cow business, it’s the same…but countrified.
And the stars. Who knew there were so many stars in the sky? not this city girl…and me and the Son can lay in the yard and just stare and stare…quite nice.
