IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK

While talking to my Mom this morning, she asked if I missed our house when we left this morning. I had to be honest and say, "No". Driving into the yard, and putting our stuff back in the truck seemed like truly going home. It seems weird, but I actually feel more "at home" in the truck than I do at our home in Usk, WA. Maybe with a little more time spent there, and putting some of our personality onto the walls will help with that, but all in all, I couldn't be happier sitting up in the passenger seat again.

We stopped at the WalMart on the way into the yard to pick up about 10 days worth of food. It sure is nice having a vehicle again and pulling right up to the truck, unloading our supplies, and then being able to leave the truck in the yard is a luxury we haven't had, and one we will get quite used to.

With the truck back in order, we were beeped to pick up an empty trailer in the yard and head to Tyson Meats in Wallula, WA. With a pick up time of 3pm, we have plenty of time to drive the 140 miles there, so Craig is back in the bunk with his new flight simulator game, and I of course, am blogging. The load of meat we are picking up is headed to Salt Lake City, Utah for a Thursday morning 8am delivery. This should make for a very nice relaxing drive along one of the most scenic routes on Interstate 84.

Monday, when we went into Newport, WA to register the pick up, we walked the streets to see what stores lines the main street through town. We have the one screen movie theater, The Roxy, with one showing a night, and hey, in case I get really spunky in my old age, a Tattoo shop, with after hour appointments available. We spotted an old '34 Ford pickup, and the town clock on the street corner, and we had to twist each others arms to try the local pizza parlor.

But what we can't get used to, is everyone being so nice and friendly, and that there are no lines to wait in, especially at the Auditor's Office to register the pick up. Not only were there no lines, but we received our Washington State license plates right there! That would have never happened in California. More like long lines, once you get to the front you have to fill out more forms, go back to the end of the line, and then when you finally get done, have to wait 2 weeks for your plates in the mail. I think I can get used to this small town living.