The first thing to go in warfare is the plan.
The adage applies every bit as well to moving. At least, that has proven to be the case for this particular Mexico move.
The plan for Friday was to drive to Bend where my brother and I would purchase and assemble a cargo carrier. It didn't happen.
Just before my mother arrived in Salem, I was hit with a bad bout of -- hmm, what is a good word; how about the real thing? -- diarrhea. My brother then left a note that there would be snow and ice in the pass. To top all of that, the store where we were going to buy the carrier, went into liquidation that morning.
Rather than make the trip, my mother and I drove over to a local branch of the store, braving the mobs of bargain-minded scavengers, and bought the carrier. Of course, they did not have the mounting kit.
But, fear not, my brother is a genius and a saint. He is driving to Salem on Saturday morning with a mounting kit he purchased in Bend. We will get the carrier installed and start packing some items.
I assembled part of the carrier, and then spent most of the day in bed trying to fight off whatever has got its grip on my head and bowels -- and not necessarily in that order.
The rest was enough to allow me to attend Good Friday services. I have always had very mixed feelings about Christmas and Easter services. Something I may (or may not) share one of these days. I suspect I am more of a son of the post-modern era than I like to admit.
The adage applies every bit as well to moving. At least, that has proven to be the case for this particular Mexico move.
The plan for Friday was to drive to Bend where my brother and I would purchase and assemble a cargo carrier. It didn't happen.
Just before my mother arrived in Salem, I was hit with a bad bout of -- hmm, what is a good word; how about the real thing? -- diarrhea. My brother then left a note that there would be snow and ice in the pass. To top all of that, the store where we were going to buy the carrier, went into liquidation that morning.
Rather than make the trip, my mother and I drove over to a local branch of the store, braving the mobs of bargain-minded scavengers, and bought the carrier. Of course, they did not have the mounting kit.
But, fear not, my brother is a genius and a saint. He is driving to Salem on Saturday morning with a mounting kit he purchased in Bend. We will get the carrier installed and start packing some items.
I assembled part of the carrier, and then spent most of the day in bed trying to fight off whatever has got its grip on my head and bowels -- and not necessarily in that order.
The rest was enough to allow me to attend Good Friday services. I have always had very mixed feelings about Christmas and Easter services. Something I may (or may not) share one of these days. I suspect I am more of a son of the post-modern era than I like to admit.
I bought four large plastic containers to organize the things I want to take with me. Even with the cargo carrier, I need to start cutting back on items.
And it will be good to soon stop writing about "what-I-didn't-get-done-today," and start writing about "what-I-chose-not-to do-today" posts.
Now, that is a good plan.
And it will be good to soon stop writing about "what-I-didn't-get-done-today," and start writing about "what-I-chose-not-to do-today" posts.
Now, that is a good plan.
