When I was asked “how do you eat an elephant?” I replied that I didn’t know. I was told “one bite at a time.”
Moving me, my two trailers, and my three cats from the SF Bay Area to Grants Pass Oregon has been a lot like eating an elephant. I’ve been taking it one bite at a time since I put the house on the market at the beginning of March. One box at a time, one room at a time, one task at a time, and one problem at a time.
With the help of my friends Alma and Armando, we packed all the stuff I had accumulated in almost 30 years living in the house in Fremont, and put it in a 26 foot U-Haul truck. I towed the Lo-Liner trailer up here in February when I came up to look for a house, so while they drove the truck, I drove my pickup and towed the 1948 teardrop.
The property I bought in Grants Pass has a smallish house, two carports, and a barn on about one third of an acre near the river in the old part of town. The barn will become my “trailer shop.” It has room to do a skin-off refurb of the Lo-Liner, along with the necessary space for shop tools. The rest of the barn may become my brewery, if I can resolve some plumbing issues.
But for now, I have space for both of my vintage trailers, space to build the necessary interior cabinets and storage space for the Lo-Liner skin while it’s off the trailer.
Meanwhile, back at the elephant, today I was able to go right to the box containing the garden hose fittings I was looking for. That’s a huge improvement over the level of chaos that reigned only a week ago. Tomorrow I’ll eat some more elephant. For as long as it takes to finish.