Cassidy Fry loves Transit Antenna.
Another week has whizzed by. As our departure date (Nov 1st) to pick up solar panels in NC becomes increasingly unrealistic, our life continues to expand and contract. Opposing forces of liberation and stress - a sense of freedom twinned ironically with an increasingly confined space - speed us toward the inexorable 'cracking' of our old routines like desert rocks. If we had to we could drive away tonight, but things would fly from our shelves, shake loose in our luggage bays and we only have enough fuel for about 180 miles. None of this would matter of course because our dry rotted tires would probably blow out no further than the end of the road. Nonetheless, the notion is tempting. Erring on the side of caution, however, we'll spending the next week getting things in order - filtering veg and tying things down - and attempting to quell our impatience, but as the weather continues to cool, the threat of economically catalyzed martial law looms, and the ground surrounding the bus becomes increasingly compacted and lifeless, our urge to take off becomes all the more.. well, urgent.
After last Sunday's post, Muriel hosted a seedling sale at her farm next to our bus.
On Monday morning we just hung out (gravity boots donated by Kathleen Burko, sarong from Fiji).
Then the kids helped Muriel harvest peanuts.
Mateo got savage new hair.
And Harper discovered the emergency roof hatch - bungee to come.
Later in the week we were visted by a giant moth.
And yesterday we finished building out our over-head storage.
Harper took exception to this...
...and not even coaxing with sanitary towels could persuade her to come down.
As far as we know she might still be up there!
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