As most of my friends know, last year Bruce got a job teaching 5th grade at Maeser Elementary School (in Vernal, Utah). He drove three hours to Maeser every Sunday night, and then commuted back to us every Friday night for the whole school year—August 8 thru May 22. It was not very fun. So we decided to move to Vernal (Maeser).
In May we finished tiling the bathroom and painting the house:
We also got a message from a friend who needed to get rid of her baby rooster. She said she'd give us three hens that were already laying if we took the rooster. So we did!
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| Kaylie's got one of our new hens! |
The chickens went to Vernal a few weeks before we did.
Then we started packing up all our stuff, which took all of June and a lot of July. On July 4 we rented a U-Haul and started packing stuff into that, we drove away on July 7, but that wasn't the end of it by any means.
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| Bruce did a pretty good job backing the truck up to the house —but he missed the lightpost by only about 5 inches! |
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| Brandon uses his manly muscles to pack up an important item. |
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| Our friend Ralph and his wife Jamie helped a lot with loading the truck. Ralph just started hauling the piano out by himself, but that thing weighs about a ton. Instead he lifted it up to let Bruce slide a dolly under it. |
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| This was our brand-new refrigerator for the weekend. |
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| This is just a small sampling of the stuff we left behind, until we could make another trip. Moving is a pain! |
All last year, while Bruce was working away from us, he stayed with some new-found friends, Daniel and Wendy Ray. The Rays very generously invited us to move into their house while we got things settled—things like selling our own house—so that we could all be together. They cleared out the entire top floor of their house for us to move into. So when we got to Vernal late Tuesday night we unloaded the necessities into the upstairs rooms, saving the rest for the morning.
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| Tuesday night we moved the beds in. Everything else waited until the next day. |
So here's the story of Luna, our cat:
Luna was very curious and wandered all around the forests of boxes as we packed them up. She also had to explore the moving truck as it sat outside with the gate open. But she did not like the moving of the big furniture; she hid out most of the day. Since we were loading the truck on July 4, our neighbors were also lighting lots of fireworks that evening. Luna raced through the house and then hid under my bed for the night. (The local skunks didn't care for the fireworks either. Just sayin'.) On moving day, after we gave up on packing all our stuff, I stuck Luna in a box, packed her in the van and we drove away. She complained until we got onto the freeway, and then she was dead quiet. Even when we took a short break from driving there was no sound from Luna.
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| The kids and I took a little break at the Duchesne Welcome Center— 2 hours in to our 3-hour drive. They wanted me to take a picture of the magnificent sky. |
The cat stayed quiet as we unloaded beds and bedding from the truck, and got all our clothes and blankets out of the van. Not a sound. I was feeling a little worried. Finally, after we had everything in that we needed for the night, I grabbed Luna's box. I wasn't super careful, but still not even a little meow. Uh-oh. I tipped the box sideways. Nothing. I shook it slightly. Still nothing. Had I killed the cat with stress?! I got to the porch and opened the box and Luna looked up at me and yawned. I had not killed her. Thank goodness! So I closed the box back up and took her upstairs to our new digs. She totally freaked out when she got out of that box. She didn't know where or how to hide, or whether her curiosity was stronger than her fear. So she warily crept all around our floor of the house with her backside crouched low to the floor but her neck stretched as high and far as she could extend it. After a couple days she got used to our place and started exploring the main floor of the house.
It was another two weeks before we went back to get more of our stuff, but that's a story for next time.
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