Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Well first of all general updates. Jury Duty got canceled last week so yay! And I was successful in getting the house clean and stuff moved in. I am still working on getting everything situated where I want it, but it is really close to being done. And I lost another pound this week, despite the traveling, so yay!
I did cheat on my diet last night. I got a subway sandwich, I stayed with in my calories and everything though so it is okay. But I felt terrible afterward. Not emotionally or guilty or anything, but indigestion and heartburn and just blah. Just wanted to record the experience so that next time I am tempted to cheat I can look back and remember that.
Next I will tell "The Adventure of the Move!"
I flew down to Dallas on Friday and after having dinner with my mom I went over to my grandmother's to start getting everything cleaned up and ready to load in the moving truck the next morning. My dad got to town about an hour later and we had every thing done that we could get done by about 9 p.m. and then all we could do was sit around and chat. We didn't have boxes until the next morning.
The next morning we got up early and my brother came over and drove us to the pick up moving trucks. I was picking up a 10 foot truck to drive back here to Muleshoe, and my dad was picking up a 17 foot truck to take stuff to Austin for my brother and then on to Houston where he lives.
The first thing the guy at the truck rental place says is, "I need to see your drives license." And immediately I know that my license is in the back pocket of my jeans back at the house. I checked my purse anyway in a vain hope. And then called my brother to bring it to me. So they got my dad set up in his truck and then got as much of my paper work done as possible till my brother turned up with my license. As I am finishing up my paperwork the other worker and my dad went out to get my dad's truck. When the other worker comes back in the first guy tells him to pull my 10 ft truck up for me. And the other guy says there is no 10 foot truck. After a short debate between the two of them it is revealed that they do not have the truck I reserved 3 weeks ago. So I have to take the only size truck they have. THE 27 Footer!
That thing was a monster and a diesel. I wasn't intimidated until I got out there standing next to it. But I just took a deep breath, steadied myself and had the guy walk me through all of the ins and outs of the truck. It was a little nerve racking, but I made the trip just fine. The only thing was that diesel is expensive! I spent as much on gasoline as I did on the rental! I am going to call the rental company and see if they might be willing to refund some of my money or give me a credit or something to help compensate for the additional cost to me because of the fuel.
I try to always look for the blessings in these unexpected situations. And the blessing behind the big-rig is that I was so concentrated and nervous about driving that big old truck that I didn't have time to consider the situation as a whole. I am a person who cries when I am upset. And the very real but unpleasant fact is that when I pulled away in that giant truck it was probably the last time I would ever be at my grandmother's house. In the next couple of weeks it will go on the market and soon it will be someone else's house. And that thought could have made for a very painful tear filled trip. But instead I was focused on wide turns and controlling that big truck and the shockingly high price of diesel. Unexpected Blessings.