Taxi ! Water Taxi ?

It’s been one-month since our movers arrived.  Let me rephrase that.  It’s been one month since the 18-wheeler that carried our most dear and useless belongings (a closetful of female power suits and countless silk breezy blouses) got stuck on our one-lane dirt road and two burly yet ever so polite movers showed up at the door to our empty new nest asking where the nearest UHaul location might be.  That’s right, they needed to rent a smaller rig.  The beast made it 3000 miles cross country all the way from New York City but couldn’t make it down our stretch of heaven.  Instead, it sat ominously parked by the main road on view for all our new “reduce, reuse, recycle” 4,453 neighbors (that includes summer residents!) while the movers packed load after load into a glorified mini-van to shuttle back and forth.

That was the capstone to an already adventurous week spent on air mattresses breathing paint fumes (with my self sacrificing parents), waiting for the movers and all the useless stuff.  Oh, and forgot to mention the snow.  Orcas Island does not get snow.  It’s in the rain shadow! It gets a third less rain than Seattle.  It could have been Alaska the day we arrived.  That or NYC was singing er slinging a slow goodbye in frozen water molecules.  I can’t say I’ve ever been on the ferry in the snow, but I considered it an initiation ceremony...presumably it couldn’t get any worse...

I have 10 years of Wall Street garble to work through...it has to get worse before it gets better right?  We live on an island.  No big deal.  Manhattan was an island too.  The B&T crowd we call “mainlanders,” -- but there is no bridge.  Not a water taxi in site.  When I want to get off the rock, I check the schedule and sprinkle ferry dust to make sure I make it.  I am at the mercy of the Washington State Department of Transportation (from here on “WSDOT”).  Could be worse I suppose -- it could be the Man (the eight armed blood hungry one).    Stick with me.  I’m going to need all the help I can get.