Blow Job

Trey Smith

As I pen this post Friday night, the forecast for tomorrow -- moving day -- is about the worst forecast for this type of thing. They are predicting that we may receive upwards of 3 - 4 inches of rain to go along with a high wind warning and flood watch. As to the wind itself, here is what the National Weather Service predicts:

Saturday Wind Strength: South Winds Of 30 To 40 Mph With Gusts Of 50 To 60 Mph For Coastal Communities And 60 To 70 Mph Near Beaches And Headlands.

As it so happens, our itinerary begins in a coastal community -- South Bend -- and then moves to north to a beach community -- Ocean Shores. So, chances are that tomorrow (well, today, when you read this) is going to be one hellacious day. Not only will I be fighting the wind while driving over the Willapa Hills in a 16 foot moving van, but once we reach Ocean Shores, it will be a stern challenge to keep our furniture and belongings relatively dry as we move them from the parking lot of our new apartment complex to our apartment (about 50 yards away).

You know, we made every effort we could to move before the rainy season started. But this is how life goes sometimes. For the most part, the overall process was out of our hands. For example, as I've already shared with you, we got screwed over by our Neighborhood U-Haul dealer and so we didn't complete Phase 1 of the move today (remember, I'm writing this on Friday) as planned. Had we been able to secure the U-Haul on Thursday, we would have missed the violent storm that will roll unto the southwest Washington coast on Saturday.

While the confluence of events that has us moving on the worst day possible (over the last 120 days or so) is irritating and frustrating to max, it is what it is. Getting mad and losing one's cool won't change the weather or make the day go by any better. We will head out early in the morning and hope for the best. That's about all we can do at this point.