Robin! To the Bat Cave!

It's been nice to get back to blogging again.  I enjoy writing pointless and insignificant drivel, even if I am the only one who reads it.  Unfortunately, my blogging may shortly become sporadic again since the pompous receptacles of supposed humanity have momentarily run out of hot air and sent me back to work — at least until the post-Christmas credit card bills come due.    

I haven't gotten much blogging done for the last few months because after Dean retired I started working ten hour days so we could have long weekends in Sheridan.  But if I’m never home on the weekends anymore it means during the week, after working ten hours, I have to catch up

on everything I don’t get done on the weekends, like petting the cats, and doing laundry, and pulling off the dead parts of the plants I always forget to water, and feeding the kitties special treats before Angus realizes I've opened the special kitty treat bag, and sweeping up the dog fur that flies off of Angus after he's heard me open the special kitty treat bag.  I just haven't had much time for blogging.    Those reasons sounded way better than  just because I’m tired and lazy ……. didn’t they?

As long as we’ve been driving up to Sheridan every weekend since mid-May, we figured we may as well take the opportunity to move most of our worldly possessions — one carload load at a time.  I'm not forced to sleep on a blow up bed here in Casper — yet — but it's a bit cavernous.

It's also been a bit of a trial at times when we're in Sheridan and that one thing we really want is in Casper, or vice versa, but that's okay.  Searching for garage sales has helped us become more familiar with our future town, and there's nothing wrong with owning two coffee pots, two blenders and two toasters.  It'll just give us the opportunity to have our own garage sale.

Other than that, relocation via Subaru has been smooth.  I’m not kidding.  You don’t think it’s possible?  I didn’t think it would be possible to get rid of all the kitchen appliances, cupboards, and detritus one garbage can at a time when we remodeled the kitchen either but we did it.  Well, actually, Dean did it.  And I was so proud of him for actually throwing all that stuff away and not saving it for “art” projects.  If only I could be as proud of him during this move …

All you need is your Subaru!

I’m not saying you can completely move a house with only a Subaru.  Or … hmmm … maybe I am.  There’s a surprising amount of space in the cargo area and whoever invented roof racks was a genius.  I can’t think of one thing you couldn’t move in, or on, a Subaru Outback.  Of course, hoisting a piano up onto the roof might be tricky, and I’m not quite sure how much head room would remain after a two-hour drive, but that hasn’t been a concern for us since we’re selling ours.  Anybody out there want a piano??  I'll make you a great deal.  Anybody?


Before we had fully recognized the capabilities of the transportation by Subaru technique, we did wimp out early this spring by renting a truck to move some larger items.  But I have now come to the conclusion that with some creative loading and a variety of bungee cords, straps and padding, trucks are an unnecessary luxury.  By this time next year when I am ready to retire, I fully expect we will have moved the balance of our whole 3,000 square foot house two hours north to Sheridan using only one Subaru Outback wagon and a few paper boxes. 

It’s a technique which is adaptable to any type of move.  Especially congressman voted out of office.

Yes.  This loveseat was in ....

 

..... our Subaru!  Didn't believe me didja?

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Robin! To the Bat Cave!