The son of a Tijuana donkey show who said phrase can go FUCK themselves…repeatedly…with a rusty farm implement…in the ass.
Long story short…A 2002 4WD Blazer LS CANNOT haul a 6’x12’ trailer loaded with 30 boxes of hardback books. Nope. Nada. No way. Not unless you want the engine to melt like the reactor at Chernobyl.
So I’m having to rethink the whole plan. My conversations with Nicki over this have cordial, polite and informative. Conversations with my 6 year, four combat tour USAF veteran C-130J Crew Chief son:
Son: “Dad, I’d call you a fucking dumbass but that would be insulting all fucking dumbasses in the world.”
Yeah, he’s my kid.
So, plan B. The first thing I did was call the property manager in SD and explained the situation to her and she was more than helpful and gracious. I just need to pay the Sep rent and she’ll hold off on the rest of the security deposit until I get there. Again, another reason to move back. People are decent, understanding and will WORK with you.
Second, like the kid said, get some tape and tape out a 4′x8′ space and practice loading it with NOTHING but clothes, kitchen stuff, mementos (i.e. pictures) and nothing else. If it doesn’t fit, get rid of it. And no beds:
Me: “Where will I sleep?”
Son: “Cots are $30 bucks at the A/N surplus store.”
And nothing made with wood.
Third, get the Blazer checked to make sure the water pump and the temperature regulator are working so it doesn’t overheat again.
So another month in this dump but at least I’ll be able to think through the whole thing and plan it the way it should have been and not be rushed. The books will go into a self-storage unit until I can get the money together to have them shipped. As for the rest of the stuff…fuck it. I started over once, I can do it again.
And yes I did get a refund on the trailer.
Again, many thanks to all of you.