All of my blogs are memorable, right? So you would remember that early last December I wrote about burying a St. Joseph statue upside down in my yard with a prayer and a leap of faith, believing that he would help me sell my house as recommended by millions who succeeded with this plan before me.
St. Joseph arrived from the faithful Amazon in January. I dug a hole, put him in upside down, prayed and gently covered him up. It had been stated that this procedure would be so successful that the sale of the house would be almost instantaneous.
But then, as a staunch Presbyterian, there were still doubts and poor St. Joseph was also working against proven placement success. The ground was too hard in front of the house where the statue was to be buried and I didn’t have a pick axe, so I followed secondary instructions that thought it would be o.k. to bury him in another area. The spot I chose was in the soft ground between a very old, gnarled native mesquite tree and the sun room. Well, the rest is history. The sale of the property closed on St. Patrick’s Day, March 17, 2015, 67 days after I buried St. Joseph!
Everything moved fast from the time the offer was made until the closing. I had already been downsizing and packing since I put the place on the market a year ago, but it was still tiring and I began to feel like I was being drug backward through a knothole! In short order I finished packing the last of my stuff and cleaned away the last dregs of my existence on lot #431. Left behind, sadly, was my papier mache Don Quixote that I really intended to take along with the table he was on. Alas, he will stay tilting at windmills with his new parents in Arizona while I eventually climb mountains and walk the seashore in WA State.
Nothing ever seems to happen in the right sequence, not that I am complaining, mind you. I had just made reservations to visit my oldest in WA for two weeks in April and my youngest in VA for two weeks in May. My decision to wait brought on another problem. Where would I stay? Problem solved when one friend offered his trailer and another offered her empty park model. The trailer wouldn’t have held it all so I thankfully accepted using the park model until June. I only hope the young fellow with the young back who helped me move between lots will also be around to pack my car before heading to WA. Hopefully, between trips to visit my kids, I can again cut down the number of boxes so it will all fit comfortably in my Town and Country van.
I am very grateful for the loan of this park model, but I have to tell you it is different. I moved from the peacefully quiet lot next to Saguaro Park with the Sonoran desert to my north and quiet neighbors to the south over “to the city!” I can’t believe the difference two blocks make!
So now I am looking for a tent affair that will fit over the rear door of my van down to a ground floor tent. Unfortunately, the ones I am finding have a footprint of 9 X 9 rather than the 7 X 7 or 6 X 6 I would like, but I’ll keep looking. Since I really hate moteling it, that would be perfect for camping as I head north along the Pacific Coast. Ah well, one problem at a time. God Bless until next week.
At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”
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