Well, the Instinct, Intuition and the in-the-womb Insight have arrived in Austin, TX in one piece and slowly getting things going again. We arrived and unloaded the truck into a climate controlled storage facility until we can get our own place. Right now we are staying with a friend who has been very, very kind in opening up her home to us until we get some income going and can get settled in on our own.
Unloading the truck was interesting. I thought a 10 x 10 storage unit would be large enough, and it was… once we greased the walls to get it all in. Also, while we did get it all in there, I should have been more efficient about it all because I didn’t think as I put everything in “Gee, I might need to get this out. I should put it where I can reach it…” So now, I will have to go back in there and pull a whole bunch of stuff out just to find parts to my computer that I need as well as cables, some books and clothing.
Yeah, I’m brilliant sometimes.
I’ve put in a bunch of resumes for jobs, contacted some recruiters and thrown out applications all over the place so hopefully something will come up soon. Have an interview with Progressive Insurance on Monday, so I am happy about that and if I get it, I’ll also be trying to get a part time job as well just so there is some extra money coming in on top of it all. With a child on the way I get the feeling we will need as much money saved up as we can get.
The trip out was good but right now all the photos are trapped on our cameras until I can find what box the cables are in – yep, lots of digging to do,but in the mean time, I can still share this with you:
As we were visiting my parents my dad looked at me and the wife and said “Come out to the garage with me.”
Once we got out there he had me pull down a box from one of the top shelves and with that down he opened his gun safe, pulled out this replica of a 1897 Winchester, boxed it up and said “Put that in your truck next to the Remington.”
So now the wife has her shotgun. She fell in love with this at first sight so even if Dad meant it for me, it’s hers. And to be honest I think he meant it for her in the first place.