So long, and thanks for all the fish...

Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has long been a favourite book of mine, the fourth of the trilogy. And right now I am feeling a little like Arthur Dent. And I appear to have lost my towel. Knowing that the meaning of Life the Universe and Everything is 42, is not very helpful right now. However, God's final words to His creation... "Sorry for the inconvenience"... do ring appropriate.

Melanie and I are the long distance runners. It's the last mile of our Marathon, and the struggle now is not to win, but to finish. The online auction has started, and of all the things I am annoyed about, one of the biggest is not having had time to write about it. It's a journey to relish, and to share. I just really wish we could get on the road already.

Three days until load-the-trailer day. Two days until China Syndrome. So happy we have fond donkey memories!

20 Days

"Cleaning is the least of our problems." This is what I said to Melanie when she just exclaimed, "look at all this dust."

There is no time like the immediate past, because this is where all my recent memories are stored -- the ones I haven't have time to write about and never want to forget. People came to our home to buy stuff this weekend. Friends and family came from the city to help us prepare. Ron and I picked up the trailer on Monday. She is sweet -- I have to give her a name.

Melanie and I are discussing this naming of the trailer. I want to call it Pricsilla. It needs a girl's name. She wants to call it Butch. As in Butchart, which is the name of my future dog, but I digress. Melanie thinks the trailer is a boy-toy. OK, yes, but...

It has to be a girl's name. You can't call a trailer Butch. I'm thinking, Lola (after my ex-Mother-in-Law, and I mean that in a good way). So I am open to suggestions.

Twenty days. That's all we have left until the whatever-happens-next thing. The trailer looks really big on the outside but somewhat little on the inside. After this weekend's Estate Sale (George Loney keeps asking me, Who died?), we have decided on the online auction option, so stand by your device and share with all your friends.

So much to declare, so little time. As I was photographing the trailer between edits tonight, her name came into my mind. I will call her Hildegard, in honour of an old friend. She will bring us blessings on our journey South, I am sure of it.

Switchin' to Glide

After one of the funnest, most one-of-a-kind days of my life, it's a wind-swelled sail to the finish from here.

That's how it feels anyway, because this weekend was the highlight – the first wedding I've ever been to with Mariachis, donkeys, a piñata, and where invited guests were able to bring a refreshing adult beverage to the ceremony. And that wedding was mine! OK... Melanie was there too, so technically it was ours. It's going to take some getting used to, saying that. Not that anything is really so different. Except for the thing on my left hand that still feels a little like a bandage. The bride hasn't quite got the hang of that yet either.

A wonderful day, with wonderful friends and family both present and apart. For me, the only stress there was came between 8:00 a.m. and noon, a time during which I learned that making decisions based on radar imagery is nothing I ever want to do again. The best thing about Sunday morning was I didn't have to check the weather when I got up. The after-party brunch of huevos rancheros for 24 was also pretty fun.

So from here, it's a gentle glide down, into the move, the drive, and the new life in Mexico. There are certain to be some thermals on the way. But like the song says, Energy can be directed. Harmony's the sweetest sound. Switchin' to glide.