Yesterday was moving day. I was going to move the day before, but the wind was such that I decided to stay put for one day longer. The problem with moving when I did was that the weather, once again, played a significant role in the monumental event. It was forecast to be windy, and it was.
When you live like I do it’s always a good idea to keep an eye on the weather forecast. I like to watch what the weather is going to be like five to ten days out. It’s really not necessary to look that far into the future, especially since the forecasts are not 100% accurate, but it gives me a good idea of what to expect. That way I can be ready for any eventuality. Since my house is on wheels there is no reason to hang around in an area if Mother Nature is going to disrupt my nap.
The weather forecasters were saying that yesterday’s wind was going to arrive around nine or ten in the morning. As you know, I like to travel by the rule of the 2X4. That would have meant that I would be beginning my journey about the same time the wind was due to arrive. So I did something I haven’t done in many, many, many years. I began my adventure much earlier than I have done since I can’t remember when.
I typically begin my day quite early. I kind of ease into the day. Coffee, breakfast, shower, shave, you know the routine. I just take it slow so that I can savor each exciting task. Well, yesterday I rushed into the day. My drive was only going to be about 60-90 minutes in length, but I sure didn’t want to undertake such a strenuous activity fighting against the forces of Mother Nature.
Here’s where I must give the weathermen a shout out. They were right on with their forecast yesterday. I delayed my breakfast until I arrived at my new home. Grilled pork chop and eggs, with baby red potatoes was scheduled to find their way into my empty stomach. I was all set up, and preparing to light the grill at 9:45 when the wind made its presence known. That made for lighting the charcoal a bit challenging, but I got it done. I enjoyed a pleasant meal as the wind increased in intensity. It got up to 20-30 mph with significant gusts by 11:00. If I had waited for a more respectable time to begin my move I would have had a battle on my hands. As it were I enjoyed a fine breakfast, a little music, and a good book. All while watching the birds battle the breeze, and the whitecaps take up residence on the small lake I can observe from my front window.
A lake? Yes, a lake. And, no I have not left the desert. It’s not a mirage. It’s a lake. With water, and trees, and green things all around it, and lots of wildlife. In the desert.
So, have I made a mistake leaving my desert brown before the arrival of the aliens? Maybe those strangers from afar do not care for water. If that is the case, it means I am definitely not going to meet the emissaries from another planet. I’ll just have to make a point of revisiting the area. I’ll choose another time of year is what I’ll do. It might be that this is not the time they vacation. Maybe they only vacation in December. I’ll have to think that one through.
Anyway, here’s what I left:
And here’s what I have to look at now:
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.