Most of the anxiety I get about moving is all the build up that happens just before the crew arrives at my door. The guys showed up at nine and there were eight of them. After they covered the floors and got the tour with instructions, they went to work opening cabinets and taping boxes. I got out of there with Kira, because this was not going to be safe for her. Later in the afternoon, Doctor Cindy and her girls came to get Kira to go to her house for the afternoon, and when she offered to take Kira for the night, I took her up on it. She’ll have more fun than ever, as she did the day before at Jackie’s house with her boys swimming and eating guacamole. It’s best Kira is not experiencing the stress I am under.
Kira blew me a cute little kiss as Cindy drove her away. She was happy to go with her friends. My four boys went to the mall for lunch and an afternoon movie. I turned on my heel and rushed to finish packing all the things I don’t want the movers to touch (like the contents of my underwear drawer and my camera equipment). I decided to take it all to San Antonio and surprise Craig by staying the night at his apartment on our anniversary. I loaded the van and figured I’d be at the new house by 7:30, in time to have a late anniversary dinner in my sweaty moving clothes. Craig was so happy I was on my way.
Sixty-eight miles outside of San Antonio I watched my tire explode and fly up in the rear mirror while my van hobbled over to the shoulder of the road. I thanked God it didn’t cause an accident. This was a new problem to solve. I called AAA roadside assistance, told them where I was and began to wait. I am never without a book nearby, so I pulled it out and made myself happy. I had a couple problems though. I was nine miles away from the Bucees rest stop which every woman in Texas knows is the only place to empty one tank while filling the other, because the restrooms are so clean. There was no way I was using the side of the road. Being short on gasoline, I turned off the engine, rolled down the windows and began to sweat. But I had my book, so it wasn’t time gone, which is always a priority- no wasted time.
The AAA agent gave the dispatcher the wrong location. Let’s just say I sat there waiting for two and a half hours when it could have taken fifteen minutes. I was not a gentle sweet lady by the end of that nonsense, especially since I had made several calls to check and see if they had all their information correct. And when the green truck pulled up behind me as the sun was setting in front of me, there were no indications he was with AAA. I cracked my window a wee bit and wished I had Jordan’s stash of machetes under my seat. He produced a clipboard and told me AAA sent him. Five minutes later I was driving on my spare, fifty miles an hour with my hazard lights blinking, on my way to see my husband for our anniversary.
At ten o’clock I pulled into the apartment garage. Seeing him was worth it all. We stayed up past our bedtime and talked and talked. There’s so much going on in our lives that we needed to connect. I didn’t want to be apart on our anniversary, and I was satisfied all the trouble was worth it. I know I am never alone because God is my strength and my mind is with Him always. His presence is the source of great strength for me, but so is my husband, and I needed to fill my empty tank with Craig’s special brand of love, support and encouragement. He even assured me if I want to take up the horse hobby I had his blessing. He said, I don’t understand it, but it’s one of the reasons I’m so crazy about you. Twenty-one years later, it’s still true love. It’s an anniversary we’ll never forget. I’m not sure why, but my life really is “la vida loca”. Exploding tires and sweating on the shoulder of a highway for my anniversary can’t flatten me. And I can even say this move is going to be smooth, I have a good feeling.