Life marches on

And I have so little to say these days.

The kids are fine. School is ok.  One of the teachers has found an app that can tell me minute by minute my child's behavior. or so it seems. I get about 6 emails a day from it. And I'm going to start charting the mood of the teacher based on the calendar/moon/astrological signs. She makes me crazy.

Although crazy is the people I see at work. Literally. And then I realize it's much easier to work in a place you know you are leaving in a few months. And I started collecting boxes for this move. From work. It's kinda fitting.

We bought an RV to do this cross country nomad thing this time. One of my bigger complaints in the whole moving thing was that we were essentially homeless for 4 weeks. This time we will have a home, it has an engine. Although the whole forwarding address thing I still need to work out some details on.

The RV is used. And was (relatively, as far as motorhomes go) cheap. This means that Larry has been spending a fair amount of time trying to get it to run as it's supposed to. This was after 3 visits to pick up said RV without it being mechanically sound/repaired. It's been a learning experience.  Part of that learning experience involves learning just how upset an RV parked on the street makes some people. Apparently, some people wish they lived in a area with an HOA.  They leave anonymous notes in all caps sharpie marker handwriting. Give a very unstable serial killer vibe.  We of course are not the sort who like to live in an HOA so we did not chose a house in a neighborhood that had one. And quoting city laws as county laws does not cause us to bend to anonymous letter's wills.... 

We still do not have written orders which means we can't continue our moving plans or reservations. The whole lack of orders thing is SOP here these days because of the budget/money/govt.  While some are more than willing to mortgage our future and send aid to every country BUT the US.. they think the DOD is too big and too many expenses and so it's been a problem for some time now.   Don't get me started.

So without written orders in hand I have started collecting moving boxes and purging and estimating weights and amount of moving truck we'll need and realize... we still have alot of stuff.  Like a full 27 foot truck worth. But moving has it's good points - like the every 3-4 year looking at everything we own and deciding if it's something we really need afterall.. we keep the treasured, the memories...    Nostalgia need not apply. She confuses everything.