Bare Bones Biology 276 – Moving

Here I am late again, this time at Denny’s, which is a good place for food and emailing.  Senior French Toast, and I can watch Bitsy in the truck while all he crazy people go to the Aggie Game.

We arrived on 9/13, Bitsy and me, after about a1000 mile drive (1/3 of the distance across this giant country), looking eagerly toward a hot bath and long sound sleep, only to find an unhappy breaker box, a steamy “clubhouse,” and the prospect of another night of car camping. The nearly-new furnace, installed by a company that is riding on (and ruining) the reputation of people who they bought out, had to be fixed (again) before we could escape this steamy smog. Bitsy and I clearly are no longer Texans, and I am wondering why we are in Texas at all in September, which is the most gloriously golden time of year in rural New Mexico.


150926-Danielle-150926-Danielle-ASC_9657RSbs copyOh yes, teeth. We had the teeth and the furnace fixed on 9/14, then proceeded to empty the clubhouse, move most of the stuff into storage locker, and then clean out the studio property, and with the occasional help of 6 or 8 local folk, moved most of our things into the same storage locker until it was full, then dumped four more pickup loads onto the lawn of the third property in time to almost get the studio cleaned up before the closing on 9/25, which was rather pleasant and informal.


Property-rich = tax-poor, and I know they will make it a real home, so everyone was happy with the exchange, and the new owner and family celebrated an initiating barbecue on the lawn of their new home, while we collapsed into a soggy heap back to car camping mode under the sultry Texas sky that literally stinks of pesticides but nevertheless continues to host the same old gorgeous moon that we have everywhere else.


They say it is “perfect weather for football,” and they honestly don’t know the difference between the belief and the reality. I was once interviewed by a reporter who was willing to fight over her genuine belief; even though she wasn’t even living on this earth in the days when we really did have beautiful weather and we were both looking out the same window at the same putrescent Texan sky.


150928-moonnight-ASC_9697RSs copyNext morning, Bitsy and I began picking and packing and moving the stuff off the lawn of house number 3. (I genuinely believed I would live here with the fruits of my lifetime of labor to the end of my days.) We got it all in just in time, the day before the rains came.


In the meantime I posted two radio spots (these things take @ least a day and a half each to write and publish, just so you know, and it’s really difficult to find three days when I and the electricity and the internet are all at the same place at the same time), so they all were posted very late.


And then I hit the end of every daily thing at the same time today.   End of truck – a truck that requires me to jump to its tune is no longer useful, but we did make it home by the method of never turning it off until we got there. In the process we forgot to pick up the stack of pills from the drug store and had to go back but made it home again. End of most chores – vet, MD, PO, A-1, bank – end of tolerance for fixing other people’s problems.   End of this phase of my life, end of the day – but most likely there will be another one tomorrow – another day. Probably. Maybe not for us, or for the birds, that are already sliding down to wherever most of the insects went before them, but not the end for the central focus of the Life of Earth, which is after all not “human,” but LIFE.


150928-moonnight-ASC_9674RSs copyIn this land to which I gave the “best years of my own life,” where people have been taught that climate change is normal so we don’t need to worry about it, and it never occurs to them we should be worrying about ourselves, given that the LIFE of Earth doesn’t need us, but we do need it — we met a large number of people who do not know the difference between “knowing” (as in for example “your brake linings are worn all the way through”) and believing (as in “I think I can drive down this hill with no trouble, I’ve done it many times before”). They didn’t learn this in my biology classes, but maybe that’s why they took me out of teaching fairly early on.   My facts don’t suit their beliefs. Still don’t.


This is Bare Bones Biology, a production of and KEOS radio, 89.1 FM in Bryan, Texas.


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