San Anselmo, California, July 24 2003: Today I have a great big truck. It is mighty and it is bright yellow. Tomorrow I’m packing Megatars, shop tools, voicemail equipment, many computers, and a ton or two of books into the great big truck.
On Saturday, I am driving the great big truck, up to the great big mountains, where Adrienne and I will be living in our new house on the side of Mount Shasta. Hanging out with a volcano always seemed like a good idea to me, where the pines are thick, and the air is clean.
In about a month, I will take the rest of our belongings, beds and sofas, remaining shop tools, and the files and working office for the voicemail companies.
Our new house is gray with white trim, a corner lot, with a board fence in the back for Tulip our border collie. There is a nice office and workshop for me, and at 3500 feet altitude, it’s cooler in the summer, and snow to shovel in the winter. Adrienns says she’s going cross-country skiing.
I heard about a woman who did this for a mile a day during the winter, and she then walked for a mile a day in the summer. After a few months, her family had no idea where she was. Hopefully this will not be a problem with Adrienne.
Why are we moving? For several reasons.
First, we want to buy a home, and houses there are affordable compared to here. Next, we’d like a little quieter life, as it’s grown hectic around us where we now live. Third, the place is really, really pretty.
I’m going to be bustling from dawn to dusk through the weekend. I’ll return to posting next week. If you want to help unload the truck then meet me in Mount Shasta.