Ready to Go
Today I culled the mailland storage unit of everything that can stay in the upper barn. The Beverly Hillbillies song has been floating through my head all afternoon, as a rocking chair is prominently, and securely, purched at the top of the truck load. While the load is tight, it look precarious. I’m leaving earlier than usual both to gas up before hitting the Island (and its exciting gas prices), and to give time should a concerned highway patrol officer pull me over to redirect me to Hollywood.