Six Days on the Road

OK, it wasn’t six days on the road. It was actually ten. Sort of.

And I’ve been playing catch-up ever since!

I’ve been out here in Michigan now since the middle of April, but my wife was still in Maine working until the school year ended. Then, she was going to pack up our belongings, so that we could then load up the moving truck and head west. My part of all of this was to fly back, put the last little bit into the truck, and then drive it.

What is that saying? Oh yeah: The best laid-plans of mice and men often go awry.

Jacob's Baptism
Jacob’s Baptism
Changes in my initial plan happened long before I returned to Maine. The first Baptism of my Grandson was scheduled for the same weekend. Now obviously I was going to be there, so that added a couple of days. Which was a good thing, as the packing of the house, and subsequent packing of the truck, fell way behind schedule.

It’s amazing how much stuff you accumulate over the years.

Without boring you with all the gory details, I arrived in Maine late Friday night, but didn’t start the journey westward until late Wednesday night. After scheduled family stops (now backed up to Thursday and Friday), we finally hit the road Saturday morning.

During previous moves, I’d driven 26-foot moving trucks, so I wasn’t worried about the long drive. Weekend traffic, however, was an unknown factor that I would have to deal with. Fortunately, I was driving against the bulk of the traffic, so we had no major issues during the drive.

And the truck itself gave us absolutely no issues. In one of my previous moves, I’ve had to deal with trucks that we had to swap out part way through the move (king pins are an important part of the steering operation of trucks, and when they go bad, there are times when you steer and the big, heavy truck you’re driving doesn’t exactly go where you want it to) and trucks that loved to eat oil (one or two quarts of oil every gas stop), but this one ran perfectly.

We arrived back in Michigan Sunday morning, and the Upper Peninsula late Sunday afternoon. Sunday night, my wife saw our apartment for the first time.

It took us three days to unload, and we think we managed to get most of the house stuff in to the apartment, along with most of the storage stuff in to the nearby storage building. I’m sure as we continue the long unpacking process, we’ll be shuttling items back and forth between the two.

And if all goes well, I plan to get back into a regular rhythm of posting to my blog. I know it’s been very haphazard since I’ve arrived here in the U.P., but now that my move is complete and I’m mostly settled in at work, I plan to make the time.

You, my dear reader, deserve nothing less.

Wait, what was that saying again?

Drivin’ My Life Away

The weather forecast for my town today is 4 to 8 inches of snow, with some sleet and freezing rain also.

But this is the last time I can call this my home. By this afternoon, after loading up my van in a snowstorm, I will be, literally, driving my life away.

Away from the town I’ve called home for 25 years, and Downeast Maine for an additional 3 years.

Away from friends, and away from family. My kids and grandkids all live here, so don’t worry. I will be back as often as I can.

And away from my wife, albeit temporary. She is a teacher, and still has two and a half months before the end of the school year before she can move. She won’t leave her students in the middle of a school year. It is not in her DNA.

So, I’m about to embark on a trip, drivin’ my life away from what now was my home, onward to a new destination and my new life and my next radio stop.

So of course it’s snowing!

I have no worries, though. I’ve still got decent tread on the snow tires, and I’ll be driving down the coast for a couple of hours first to side step the 5 to 10 inches or more of snow expected further inland today.

driving into the sun
driving into the sun
Once I’m far enough south, it should be many hours of westward driving in the rain, before I finally get on to the other side of the storm system, where I will once again be able to see the sun.

The same sun that is rising over my next radio adventure. Fitting, and reassuring, that the sun is shining on this next adventure in my radio career.

On the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

Last night, the final night I got to call this place home, my family gathered for dinner. Homemade pizza, chips and soda. A perfect combination for parents, grandparents and grandchildren alike. My two older granddaughters entertained themselves, mostly, while I spent a good chunk of time bonding with my grandson. The next time I see him, he will be 6 months old. Twice as old as he is now.

I also spent time chatting with everyone, but I spent even more time just watching and listening to other conversations. Locking away those memories, seeing that my kids had turned out just fine, and that they were doing a pretty good job with their own kids now.

They will all be OK. I can leave with a huge smile on my face, knowing I did my best for and with them, and they all turned out fine.

Besides, my oldest granddaughter told me this morning that she would probably FaceTime me every now and then. When she was bored. You just can’t beat that kind of love and brutal honesty!

So, with that, I need to finish packing up the van. It’s time to hit the road.

I’m drivin’ my life away, lookin’ for a sunny day. I should be there late tomorrow afternoon. Please keep your fingers crossed for me. I would cross mine, but it does make it kind of hard to drive that way.