Yes, yes–another hiatus. And there will be another (for a week) because my parents are visiting and I won’t have time to do the important things either.
PS-this is my WordPress anniversary, which is cool, but not my blogging one. I started on Myspace–and yes, I liked it better.
Anyway, let’s wrap up the moving story already. I think the posting may be actually taking longer then the move itself. . .
So I had to drive Rusty (unknown vehicle status) a SECOND time from Spokane to Salt Lake City. And I started out all tired. Also, my house-sitting job wrapped up on a Saturday night, so it was awkward timing. Because 2 days prior the lease on my apartment was up. So I technically had no place to stay in Washington.
My boss (the owner of the house-sitting house) offered my an extra night at their place. But I thought it would be awkward when her and her husband were home. So I declined. And my aunt offered me her house, but then I would be obligated to chat Saturday night, use her dirty bathroom/shower, and they would probably make me late (and CRAZY) in the morning with more obligatory chatting.
I would have to start the drive Saturday evening. But I’ve learned trying to press on at all hours of the night, not only sucks, but is dangerous. So I just broke down and shelled out money for a hotel. But in Missoula–because I love that town!
So I’m driving up this steep, steep hill, pushing Rusty to do 65-70 MPH (normally 50 is my absolute max) not being sure how much Rusty could handle. Everything is going ok–I’m in between that Idaho and Montana part that’s up, up, up, but fast speeds. And suddenly, the hood of the car just catches my eye. I saw it move! While I was going 70mph! I abruptly put on my flashers and pulled over in the “emergency stopping only” to check the scene. Sure enough–the hood was OPEN! I was so scared. How long had it been open? What if I hadn’t noticed? What if it flew up while I was driving up hill with a lot of speedy traffic? I could have been killed. I imagine at that speed the hood would have broken the front window. Not to mention obscured my vision.
So I closed that and resumed my trip, drama-free, but shaken.
I stayed at the hotel and it was lovely and uneventful as well. Then the next morning I got an early (I am now a night person, remember) start at 5:38AM.
That drive between Montana-Idaho-Utah is boring. Sure, the speeds are high, but there is really nothing out there. And of course my phone doesn’t get reception. Also making me nervous about potential car trouble.
Rusty is a 1992. And back then, they apparently did not try to make it a quiet ride. I could hear all the traffic loudly and the awful wind. A random storm blackened the sky over me and caused severe wind that made it effortful to stay in my lane. But it was so, so loud I kept thinking my doors must not be closed all the way. So I was nervous one might open while I was driving and stuff (maybe me) would fall out in the highway.
The other thing that happened was while climbing a hill. I was using cruise-control–that did make it a better ride then when I took the Penske. Anyway, I’m going up hill at 75-80 MPH in a group of cars and suddenly Rusty just came out of cruise control. Just decelerated at an alarming rate. And because I was mid-hill I couldn’t get any speed manually either. I had to quickly pull off. And I didn’t know how alarmed to be. Was Rusty done for? Was this a sign of a bigger problem? Would I be stuck in Idaho without a car or phone reception? uh oh. . .
There was tons of wind and tons of bugs on the interstates of Montana and Idaho. I was having to clean the windshield every time I filled the tank, then it would quickly become buggy again. One time, about 5 hours into my journey, when I was tired, thirsty, had expired from car-slurr, I cleaned the windshield. It wasn’t 5 minutes and this huge group of bugs crashed into my windshield, covering it with their rust-colored bodies. It made me disproportionately upset and made the trip feel so loooooonnnnnnnggggg.
But I just used the bathroom, and cleaned off my windshield with vinegar–which boosted my morale substantially. Vinegar worked better then the gas station cleaners and it was the first time I could see well! And my car had no further issues.
The end of that trip sucks, because just when you’re the most greasy, tired, thirsty, and ready to arrive at the destination, the traffic becomes thick and the driving moronic. You have to pay super-close attention and constantly defensively-drive! So I’m worn out and crowded in speeding cars, having to pay acute attention.
Needless to say, when I pulled up at the apartment, I was DONE! I was ready for a hug from Cool and a nap in a clean apartment.
But that’s not what happened. Cool, still being manic, had bought a used futon while I was away. Which was bigger then our living room. I was thinking it didn’t fit. That bed-bugs had probably been introduced. And how did she pay for it. Instead of the relaxation, nap, shower, and meal, I would have to fight with Cool, pack up a futon, clean the apartment (which of course she left a mess) and I might as well unpack Rusty while I was at it.
Not the best.
In the end, the futon got re-sold for a $5 profit, I cleaned the house, and Cool got a meds adjustment, and *knock on wood* has been a lot more stable.
And that’s the end of the moving story!!! Finally.