Moving In

In the old diesel submarines of World War II (and perhaps on the smaller nuclear attack boats today), the crew packed out for deployment by fitting boxes and cans of food and supplies into every available nook and cranny. When that was all filled up, the remainder was stacked on the deck, and the crew walked on it for the first few weeks at sea until they ate their way down to the linoleum or tile.

I packed for California in various plastic totes, suitcases, and two large rolling job boxes. I found a place for most of it in the trailer or in the truck, and the rest went in the aisles and on the furniture. In transit, it meant moving stuff from the bed to the floor, or from the shower to the living room, as required from time to time for our nightly stops.

Now that we are in Glacier for at least a week, I started moving in last night. For daily use stuff, cabinet space was found. For less frequent use, under the bed or in lower outside bays (they call it “the basement”). For occasional use, into a job box which will be stowed in the truck bed while the trailer is unhitched.

After a couple of hours, it is already 50% more livable! And, the stuff in the cabinets can stay there when we drive again, with only the things on the countertops or table to be safely stored. I should finish the job after church today. I hooked up the Tivo, so I can watch a show I recorded at home during dinner. But I refuse to set up the satellite dish in Glacier; this is vacation, and there’s too much to see, to read and to do!