By the time we had finally unwound and were settling in to camp life up in the High Sierras, it was time to go. And go we did. We took our time, sort of, to pack up camp and head south to LA.
Cindy would leave Monday for a multi-month job in NOLA. Skye and I would be leaving even earlier, as in 3 a.m. for a whirlwind orthodontist trip to Atlanta.
But before we could embark on those journeys we had to delve into our LA storage unit, which always conjures up yucky memories and misadventures into heaps of banality.
We hit the local farmer's market to get some homegrown fortitude to help endure the storage blues. I had intended to do an interesting compare and contrast blog entry about farmers markets, but have since realized that I am far too behind to tackle that, so.....
On That Note, Off to Atlanta
A Very Expensive Orthodontist Appointment
I would say we have a lot of loose ends in Atlanta, but that implies that things could and would be tied up and honestly I'm not so sure of that. In fact, it is highly likely that we will be setting roots there, so it would be jumping the gun a bit to even begin to sever ties with this second home of ours, even though Louisiana is starting to make GA a little jealous and uneasy.
Skye got a nice little surprise on this trip.
She got her braces off. We hadn't anticipated this but boy oh boy, she was more than ready for it.
There was a bit of scuttling around to deal with the retainers and impressions but at the end of the day it was more than worth it for a wonderful, metal-free smile.
I slipped out before Skye woke up and ran a few miles. So much easier at near sea-level elevations and hills instead of mountains.
And to be on familiar territory, so to speak.
Actually in the past decade, this may be my most familiar of runs, although the jog around the LSU lakes was certainly beginning to edge it out.
In our typical topsy-turvy take on things, the circus is the constant and we are routinely running back to it as opposed to the more common "running-away-with-the-circus" theme.
It was great to see familiar faces and get to play on equipment and apparatus that felt familiar in a funny sort of way.
There's a theme going on here. Yes the nomadic lifestyle is begining to wear on us. This is looking to be the final leg in this particular journey I think, that said, this leg might be a stretch.
We made a trip to our Atlanta mailbox, stuffed with all sorts of stuff from my local union, but no sign of the license tags for the trailer I was hoping to find there. DMV bureaucracy seems to be a constant across the country.
As does, unemployment benefits, something I decided not to deal with on this particular trip, for better or for worse.
I got checked up at the dermatologist, something I've taken much more seriously since having a life-threatening melanoma cut out of my leg a few years back.
There was a lot we didn't get done, a lot of friends I wish we could have seen, but for being there for only a day and a half we got a lot done.
And just like that we were saying goodbye to Atlanta and drudging through TSA security and jamming ourselves into seats to fly back to LA for more obligations and adventures.