Whew . . . it’s been a bombast of a week.
We went to Chicago to spend a few days in a city and to see friends. Then we ventured to Champaign-Urbana to see Yo La Tengo play a show at the Krannert Center. It was probably the best show I’ve ever seen. As an aside, I was surprised to see a plaque of my great grandparents there. The playhouse in the center is named after them, for their support of arts in the community for many years. I had absolutely no idea. What a discovery!
Our original plan was to drive home Sunday, pack the house, clean the farm and drive to Austin, Texas on Monday. Sunday I was so tired and overwhelmed that there was just no way I could do it. We packed Monday and of course it took me all day. I have more stuff than the boys. Matt challenged me to pack the car in 15 minutes. Yeah, right. I knew I’d be lucky to fit all of my own stuff in the Subaru, let alone his clothes, which other than his favorite skillet and his pimp shoes, is all he’s bringing to California.
Five hours of constant re-adjusting and the car was finally packed. I had to leave some stuff behind and I lost some skin from my finger from trying to wedge cosmetics and clothing into any available crack and crevice in the car. We woke up yesterday morning and grabbed Frank the cat and drove 15 hours with very little leg room to Austin, Texas.
I’m tired, but still having a good time.