We’ve definitely been through here. I recognize the Walmart and the lovely lady Tenille drove up at the laundromat! She kicked down generously but her words were more so touching. She said she follows our exploits on facebook! That the kids are precious. We spoke a little about unusual names. All in all inspiring me to get back to task.
Iback posted a blog I never finished, so pardon the abrupt end on the previous post. This last week was kind of a crisis. I found a bug. on a cushion that came out of the trailer, but had been sitting outside a bit. I’m unsure where the hell it came from, but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna take any chances. The first day I prepared myself a bit, but honestly, wallowed a little. The second day, I tarpped the trailed and heated the fluff out of it. Then gassed the sumb*tches. The next day I moved on to the bus. Through the whole process I found myself to be utterly alone.
Mental crisis.
I let the kids languish in Electronic land. I cried a lot, especially as I worked. I flung diatomaceous earth around like a crazy person. I emptied the trailer and vacuumed. Being alone is easier on the road, not when faced with others’ lives continuing without hardly acknowledging your woes. Especially after having put so much work and effort into their neighborhood, house, childcare, and daily chores. And having been faced with intense drama at my doorstep just a week prior. It didn’t include me, but the proximity made it stressful in multiple ways.
It all played a major part in my preparations for departure. All in all, I ad a lovely time visiting my friend, but I wish I had found more opportunities to go be an adult while she took the children.
After I pulled Bugus and trailer out of the lot, a neighbor came to ask me where I was going and be sure to tell me not to be gone fore too long because he really enjoyed our presence. I’d never spoke to this guy before, so I felt pleasantly surprised and honored.
Before heading out of town, Turtle made sure that we were ok, but still left me mainly to myself. When I told Cat that we were prepared to head out, she made sure to meet up with us one more time. She had gotten jewelry for her daughter ( in fact, she purchased and comimssioned several pieces from me over our stay) and her art teacher had found it striking and will hopefully get in touch with me about some art. Cat is an awesome human. She’s super real, loud, hard worker, big dreamer, and funny. Her kids are kind.
I feel more at home in New Orleans than anywhere else so far. I’m very happy to be on the road again, but it was a heavy feeling leaving this spot. But I guess I bite through stuff pretty well. I just get it done. I really hope I got all the infestation out in one go this time. I’m gonna be checking things hard and often and mentally prepare myself for a chunk of time in the summer south.
We’re getting things done today. First I disposed of our used motoroil properly, then we stopped at a truckstop and procured ice for our fridge. From there we drove to a laundromat and now we’re at a playground. The kids cut up their own cucumber slices and salted them for their lunch. Purchasing a set of kid safe knives really helps their veggie intake as they don’t care what they’re eating as long as they’re cutting it. It will soon make my meal prep easier once we get to cleaner knife skills instead of rough chops. After I finish this writing business we’ll do homework and dog exercise, not necessarily in that order. I need to find a donation drop box to dispose not only of my, but also turtles, donations. I think the kids want to get towards the east again some more, so they would like a little more driving today.
My head is kinda swimming right now. Like some things feel very in order and others just feel super out of it. I feel like there’s not enough hours in today to do all the things I wish, but at the same time, it feels too long and like I haven’t enough to stuff in. Like I’m very here, and very elsewhere. Like I’m certainly on my path. And just as certainly lost. Not particularly bad, plausibly just very hungry. That fault lies all with me. Granola bar to kick start that esophagus. And some water is good, too.
Ok, I better get back to the lifing thing so I can bite through the stuff. I really wanna say I’m feeling well, but I’m unsure, really.
I’m very grateful for my friends who tried to be there for me through my hard time. I got some internet hug vibes and a little care package from New Mexico. The ones present were set up to fail, but it’s plausible that it won’t happen like that again as we communicated about it before I left. That’s a treasure in itself. I’m grateful for my amazing children who understand so much and are such capable beings. I can only hope I don’t let their beauty pass me by as they grow into their full height and weight.
I hope you’re grateful as well and that the good fortune fairy kisses all you cheeks!
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