The Junk Journey Continues

My Mom called at 7am, but, sadly, did not wake me up. She, in typical telephone conversation fashion, had no new news to report, but that she would call me at work later in the day after hearing from the claims adjuster.

The call came right in the middle of a reading of The Glass Menagerie. It turns out that the claims adjuster would need a couple of days to evaluate the truck. My Mom had, by that point already booked a flight from Thunder Bay to Winnipeg via Air Canada. I only hope she was able to use her Air Miles card since I can't imagine how much a flight booked the day of must cost.

At lunch I got on the case of the Uhaul truck, and managed to find one available (actually there were probably many available, but when I found one I took it). The job became more of a debate when presented with the option of a 14 foot cube van for the price of a 10 foot cube, or an extended cargo van. I expect that since the cargo van is a V6 that it will be better on gasoline, but for a higher price. I conferred with my the gearheads in my Grade 12 English class and I took the chance that the gas savings would not equal the price difference of $188.00.

I called at 2:15 during recess to book the cube van only to find out that they closed at 4:00. After sorting out payment, I spoke to my principal and she covered my last period class. The only problem was how I was going to get there before it closed. It was pouring rain (actually there were tornado warnings in much of the province), and at one point I looked at the spedometer which marked a whopping 158. I had a quick thought, "it would be just a perfect cherry-on-top if now I hydroplaned on a puddle lost control and totalled my car too." With that I tapped the brake and resumed sane driving. I picked up the truck, had to wander the city trying to find the repair shop to fix the defective rear door, but with a bit of tinkering I was on my way.

So my Mom arrives at 9:25 tonight. We will load my junk and then head to Humboldt for the night. She can continue on in the morning at her leisure and I will go to work.

I've found the whole thing quite stressful. I tried to relax with dinner at a vietnamese restaurant (a food option Humboldt lacks needless to say). I had three hours to kill so I went to the casino, and won $110 playing roulette (alright red 23!). Now I sit in the JS Wood branch of the Saskatoon Public Library typing this while under the careful eye of a Commissionaires security guard. (Why does a library need a security guard, though?)

I will be heading over to the house to haul the washer and dryer up the stairs and then it's over to the airport. I'm not sure if I'm going to hug my Mom or kick her when I see her, but I will just have to wait and see.