On the Road

 My goodness. That's it, just my goodness. I don't recall ever spending so much time in a moving vehicle in all my howevermanyteen years. This post will be somewhat delayed as we've been traveling,

Dad's Ever-Alert Copilot

although we're going on a couple of weeks now in just one more of our temporary homes. Let me just say, it's been a trip. Since leaving our home in Asheville, we've been Airbnb & Hotel hopping, and we're not quite done yet.

One of our last days at the hotel in Asheville before hitting the road northward

All I can say is, we're looking forward to getting settled sometime next week. All the human frustrations of uprooting & relocating- yep, I'm getting to experience 'em firsthand. I'm seeing and hearing all the marvelously colorful words human beings splurt during such times, and I know they're not done yet. Riding sucks while confined to my carrier (and I let dad know it oh so loudly, let me tell you) but not quite so bad when I can do it like this:

Oh, and dad says he doesn't wanna hear anything about me being unrestrained and all that. We got here safe and sane (Well, we're safe anyway).

Settled? What? Part II

 Hey friends, furry and all, just a quick smattering of shots showing how chill I've managed to stay in our temporary place in spite of all the upheaval and turmoil (which seems to be increasing).

We're still in Asheville, but it looks like our next post will be coming to you from someplace further north between a popular cream cheese brand and that crazy, noisy & stinky place where those two darn dogs steal dad's attention now and then. Apologies for not visiting & commenting much. Gotta go.

Settled? What?

  Goodness me, we're a bit behind. 

I know that mom and dad have moved a time or two (or three or four) over the years, and although I've heard them discussing many times how settled they've gotten here in the Asheville area since before I adopted them and how much they love the western North Carolina mountains, we're currently in the midst of an adventure (not a term mom, especially, would use). Some of my favorite hiding spots disappeared and there were stacks of boxes everywhere.

My coffee table went MIA, the futon vanished, the sofa went missing and the house pretty well emptied out. I'd overheard conversations-some excited chatter, others negative and loaded with cursing- about the property finally selling. You see, dad is the caretaker for a sprawling private mountainside residential estate that'd been on the market for quite a while, and our house is part of the estate. When dad's employer decide to relocate and asked dad if he'd be willing to stay with them he was initially hesitant because he and mom had grown to love this area. However, after some discussion, they decided that it made sense to stay with dad's employer since they've been so good to mom and dad since he started working for them in the summer of 2020 (yes, well into the early phase of the pandemic!) So our home away from home away from home mentioned in the previous post was something referred to as an AirBnb, which we've since vacated. Let me just say, the term "Superhost" Doesn't mean the home is clean, odor-free and safe, and I'll just leave it at that. We're now coming to you from replacement temporary quarters in Asheville, and it's looking like we'll be moving north to more permanent temporary housing within the coming weeks. I think. Confusing, I know. At least I have some of my comforts from what used to be our home,

and I'm learning to relax in some new favorite spots while we're here.