Moving Away from Our Dream, Part 1

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Firstly, I want to thank our blog friends who have stuck by me even though I have not been making my rounds of my favorite old blog haunts since 'that day'. Hopefully I will be settled in to a largely different, somewhat daunting new life alone by October. Can I say that I am looking forward to it? No, I will not lie to you; the prospect embraces practical reasons more than anything right now and little more. The best friend I ever had is gone now but I am trying my best to move forward, as much for the well-being of our fur family as anything. I was doing quite well, in fact until a cascade of events on Sunday caught me off guard emotionally. But let's get on with the moving tales since some incredible people had intervened to help get the dreaded move progressed to this point. The number of widely divergent folks who have helped with this move has left me in awe, a needed reinforcement of my faith in humanity. You, our blog friends, have been a crucial part of this transition as well.

Red and Wayne arrived last Thursday in Red's venerable little Jeep. We really didn't get much accomplished that day; it was more a time for exchanging tales and settling in and to eat a good dinner, the first real effort that I had cooked up since Terry left. It was a necessary gentle lead-in to the hectic days to soon follow.

Friday saw the beginning of the packing up even though we all enjoyed stopping to chat far too much. It was still a good and appropriate pace that kept me from stressing out emotionally. I only had one particularity bad moment that day when we had to look for something in the bed of Terry's truck. His truck, his skid steer; those are particularly haunting since I still see him so clearly in both and his big cat-like grin of satisfaction as he commandeered them. I thought Red hadn't noticed that I collapsed into tears before I could jump down from the tall bed of the Ram but he returned shortly. By then, I was standing on the Rat porch and so we both sat down on the steps, his arm around my shoulder, his other hand grasping mine tightly. He had been there before, he remembered the pain and understood how I was feeling all too well. He said "It's okay, you are going to have these times. Don't avoid them, let them happen, it's absolutely normal." I hope you all have a friend like that if the seemingly unbearable happens some day.

On Saturday, our extra help arrived. I was hoping for just a couple of young and brawny lads to help us aging, creaking old farts with the lifting and loading. What we got instead was two full truckloads of help. I only regret that I was too frazzled to remember to take a photo of the second truck with the five young lads.
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Above is a photo of our friends, Dan and Virginia and their family. Like the five young lads, they are from the local Mennonite community. We had met them through ordering the two new buildings for our new Rat Town dream. Dan had not only helped me out with making other plans for the two buildings which they had already built but not delivered but also arranged for the brawn for loading day. We could not have gotten as far as we did without their serene and obliging help. And I have never been more impressed with a religious group than I was with all my dealings with the Mennonites; they walk the talk like none other that I've ever dealt with. If Terry and I had ever decided to commit to a particular sect, it would have been them, no doubt about it. I will hopefully write more about our dealings with these lovely, non-judgmental people some day when I am settled in as well as all the other folks who came to the fore in this unexpected new life drama. They all deserve mention and credit. As promised, even the road out was fixed well enough to accommodate rolling the big 45' trailer out of our canyon. I will take a photo of that effort for you if I can in the next week.
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Sunday morning: Here is the tractor of the kindly neighbor hooked up to the 45' trailer. This was a particularly emotional time for me, seeing this original container of our surviving life's belongings being readied to vacate our dream land. Terry's Ram is jump charging the trailer's lift-gate battery.

Above; Red , Wayne and John are clearing out the debris which had grown in around the 45 footer in the last three years ... there was a lot of it, too. Everything that was settled and comfortable was now being uprooted, much like our dream.

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I will write more about the big move but, for now, I am depleted. Sunday was a draining day emotionally and my immune system predictably collapsed. There were so many things left to be done here but I am not up to it physically now. Yes, I stayed behind with the fur family, awaiting the return of at least one trailer emptied for we ran out of trailer space in deed. And I did not want to leave the Rat in this state of utter mess and chaos. I also wanted time for the fur family and myself to adjust for a few days before the next and final phase. Leaving the dream behind so abruptly, so traumatically, was simply not an option despite the threat of new wet weather. It will work out, we will be fine ... not to worry, okay? A thunderstorm just rolled in - time to shut down the generator and unplug it from the Rat. Daisy just bowled me aside and dove under the desk as is customary. But we will all be fine, I'm not kidding.
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