When we lived on top of the Mother of All Hills we did not watch TV.  We couldn't get good TV receiption, even though we lived some five miles up this hill I have spoken about.  Now, if one of the girls wore their ear rings which looked more like basketball hoopes than jewery, and stood on one leg and leaned against the wall behind the TV, then we could get some Canadian TV, nothing US.  The picture wasn't all that great, but it was TV.  The programming was less then desireable.  We chose to do Netflix, you know where you receive DVDs in the mail to watch and then you send them back.  Since we lived ten miles from the video store and since that ten miles was in the wrong direction we were spending a small fortune in late fees.  I go to the Post Office once a day and the video store, well not often enough.  Netflix made sense to us and worked for us as well. 

Now that we live on a small hill overlooking Friday Harbor we have cable with it's 9 million channels.  How many channels does a human being really need to have access to?  In my book I could live on two or three channels as long as those channels had science fiction and a couple of crime solving shows like CSI.  Maybe one or two of those new hosptial shows like House MD or Gray's Antomy.  I could live with those.  Now I have seen the Lost series on DVD so I guess I would need to have a channel with that on.  Come to think about it I would need a channel with reruns of Gilligan's Island and Batman - the TV series from the 60's.  Because I am one who is interested in world affairs I would need CNN, but not Fox.  I suppose  an old movies channel would be good and educational for the girls. 

Tonight the girls watched some teenage drama with young actors being cool and worried about what their friends were doing in there lives.  I couldn't watch that teenage drama stuff so I went out for a run out Turn Point and back.  As I think about it Teenage Drama shows are the best TV for me because it gets my butt out the door and I can get a run in.  Very cool.

PABS

Friday.  One of the things that I began to notice during the day Friday was the little prickly sensations going up my back, which is an indicator of me coming down with the flu or a bad cold.  Not a good way to be feeling on the eve of Moving Day.  By the time we arrived home from work I was extremely exhausted and very warm.  Samantha determined that I had a fever.  Then I suffered from the chills and felt like crap.  I went to sleep, hoping I would feel better when I woke up and Saturday morning I felt better.

Saturday.   After getting the day started by coffee I moved over to pick-up a packed box and strained my lower back.  This first day of moving was not going to be fun.  Add to the fact that the U-haul truck we were going to use was not available.  We spent the morning, packing and loading our beds in the Rock Island Van as well as boxes in the X-Terra and headed down the Mother of All Hills to make the 12:30 ferry over the Friday Harbor.  Both vehicles were filled to the brim.  After arriving in Friday Harbor we unloaded the beds and boxes.  I called M&W Autos, here in Friday Harbor, and they had a fourteen foot mover that had come back a day early.  Yea!!!  We arranged for the moving van, had dinner and then went to the movies and watch "Snakes on the Plane" or "How Many Times Can Clark Jump In A Movie".  I only jumped a few times, well more than a few times to be honest.  After the movie we headed home for a restful night of snake dreams.  We must have walked by a dozen snakes on the way home.

Sunday.  Up at 4:15.  Yes, 4:15 in the freaking morning.  Ate some chow, drank some joe and caught the 5:25 boat over to Orcas.  Arrived on Orcas and headed to the house to begin the moving process all over again.  Sarah had stayed on Orcas to get her gear ready and was asleep when we arrived.  We packed both the moving van and the Rock Island Van - thank you very much Mike Greene for allowing us to use this van - to the brim, again, and headed off to catch the 12:30 boat back to Orcas.  The four of us slept on the boat and upon arriving back at home began the task of unloading every thing.  The sad part is we STILL have stuff to pack and load back at the house.  We ran out of boxes and room and ended up leaving stuff.  This move is beginning to sound like a horror movie.  It could be called "Stuff on the Moving Van" or "Moving Trek".

Now, here is our plan.  Samantha and I will go back on Thursday on the 5:25 ferry, finish packing and loading all of our remaining stuff and head back to Friday Harbor on the 12:30 and unload the crap.  How much stuff can four people and one dog have?  I feel like we could clothe and furnish a small third world country.  It's amazing, simply amazing.

On a positive note.  Our new house in Friday House is really nice.  The girls took the lead in setting up the living room, which looks good.  Things are looking up, making all this hassel, frustration and fear of snakes all worth while.

Stay tuned.

PABS