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Home. Or... whereever. My mom's house. I feel rather homeless I guess. I'm going to pick up the keys to the new "home" in Denver this afternoon.
Yesterday's drive was endless. Thursby, you said something recently about the drive to Colorado being 8 hours and the part through Nebraska taking 12. Yeah, Wyoming is like that too. I kept thinking we were close and I'd look at the map, and there was still like half a state left. And then the thunderstorms started and I was in the dark on unfamiliar highway with truckers screaming past at 80mph on wet roads, throwing all the water up and I couldn't see the painted lines for the lanes (no shiny turtles like on Oregon roads) and yikes. When we got through the stormy areas my biceps hurt. Who knew driving was such an upper body workout? Well it is when you tense all your muscles and grip the wheel for about 2 hours non-stop. And truly, truckers are INSANE in Wyoming. Oregon, Idaho, Utah... we passed the trucks. In Wyoming, trucks seem to think the faster the better. And trucks carrying flammable liquids go fastest of all. The only time I passed them was on uphill climbs.
Anyway, I'm here and now I have to unload the truck and decide what goes to Denver with me and what stays here.
A friend of the family was feeling tired last week and went to see her doctor because she wondered if she had West Nile. Instead she was told she has Stage IV cancer and is not expected to live through the week. I think she's been in denial for a long, long time about her health though. I saw a photo of her taken at a wedding last year and she looked skinny and sick. And that was last year. My mom said she's had a chronic cough for many years and is a "secret smoker." Lesson for you kids - go to the doctor earlier not later. Who knows if they could have treated this back in the beginning. Very sad though. So my mom and her friends are over there right now bringing the family food (because that's what women always do in the face of tragedy - bring food).
Yesterday's drive was endless. Thursby, you said something recently about the drive to Colorado being 8 hours and the part through Nebraska taking 12. Yeah, Wyoming is like that too. I kept thinking we were close and I'd look at the map, and there was still like half a state left. And then the thunderstorms started and I was in the dark on unfamiliar highway with truckers screaming past at 80mph on wet roads, throwing all the water up and I couldn't see the painted lines for the lanes (no shiny turtles like on Oregon roads) and yikes. When we got through the stormy areas my biceps hurt. Who knew driving was such an upper body workout? Well it is when you tense all your muscles and grip the wheel for about 2 hours non-stop. And truly, truckers are INSANE in Wyoming. Oregon, Idaho, Utah... we passed the trucks. In Wyoming, trucks seem to think the faster the better. And trucks carrying flammable liquids go fastest of all. The only time I passed them was on uphill climbs.
Anyway, I'm here and now I have to unload the truck and decide what goes to Denver with me and what stays here.
A friend of the family was feeling tired last week and went to see her doctor because she wondered if she had West Nile. Instead she was told she has Stage IV cancer and is not expected to live through the week. I think she's been in denial for a long, long time about her health though. I saw a photo of her taken at a wedding last year and she looked skinny and sick. And that was last year. My mom said she's had a chronic cough for many years and is a "secret smoker." Lesson for you kids - go to the doctor earlier not later. Who knows if they could have treated this back in the beginning. Very sad though. So my mom and her friends are over there right now bringing the family food (because that's what women always do in the face of tragedy - bring food).