So much that happened proved to be a dead end and the subsequent events have also been energy demanding/depleting

But I am blogging today in a moment of triumph. And I need to do it quickly before the universe snaps it back. I just completed my 4th (or 5th?) call to the Internet/Cable provider that has a bulk contract with my "Village" in Florence. It is Spectrum which I think is the company's inside joke spelling of: "specter" which Oxford Languages Dictionary defines  noun: specter: a ghost: something widely feared as a possible unpleasant or dangerous occurrence.

Yeah, you nailed it Evil Corporations Hidden Threat Consortium (ECHTC) which voiced sounds like a cat horking up a small hairball. As I cannot ensure when the equipment will be dropped at my never to be used mail box in Greentrees Village, I will need to pick up the equipment at the CLOSEST Specter office, which "conveniently" is in Newport (OR!). I finally managed to get them to agree that the Deed with my name on it and registered with Lane County, should be taken as adequate proof I own said property. Even though they service almost 600 individual customers in Greentrees, they did not like the look of MY particular deed. 

In spite of numerous obstacles, delays, and rain in the Cascades (of near biblical proportions) my new beach house, disguised as a travel trailer, was gently and professionally placed on my lot's "pad'. It is a minimalist pad, and likely eco-friendly as it is two strips of pavement separated by a bark covered slash of naked (unpaved) native North American dirt. And like the glorious end of the biblical rain event,  our endeavor was blessed by ceasing the deluge in Florence.

John took a  photo to commemorate the successful landing while I was focused on something else, hence, I am in the shot. I am not happy about this. But I must acknowledge that this is my corporeal reality and I am definitely a) complicit in it's creation and b) capable of a daily denial of this reality.

 

The other guy in the shot (the one with the man bun) was our driver. This is a travel trailer that will have only one jaunt, and it is already over. True, future events may allow this trailer to do what it was designed to do (decrease mileage of the tow vehicle and annoy fellow travelers en route), but I can absolutely swear on a stack of Math textbooks that it will not be pulled by anything I will ever own or drive, as God is my witness. Also, every element in this photo makes me look short.

And while this angle does not favor me or our very nice and helpful towing guy, it IS the best angle  from which to admire John's not very new Toyota truck (chock full of items to make a trailer a comfy bolt hole).