Due to forecasted rain, Trailer Moving Day was moved up 24 hours, and so yesterday we did the trailer switching and last night we slept in the Rambler.
A lot of crap went into those statements: “trailer switching.” “We slept in the Rambler.”
Like, I installed a tongue jack for the first time yesterday.
And did a bunch of other stuff. I’m not being evasive. I’m tired. And I’m not sure how much you want to know about the REALLY AWESOME sewer hose I bought for $20. Or the 10-minute conversation I had with Mom about who was going to pee on the toilet first.
My idea of Trailer Moving Day was something like this: “We move all our shit from that trailer and put it in that one.” That’s basically what happened, though we were a bit rushed towards the end so a pile of stuff ended up on the patio while the Pilgrim was being relocated.
I admonished the Trailer Moving Man to please be gentle and slow because as you can see, we didn’t have a lot of room to work with in backing the Rambler into its spot.
By “not a lot of room” I mean inches.
But he did it and I was relieved.
Now we nest.
And vacuum and tidy and un-white-trashify the patio.
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