So, here in Asheville we have a gasoline shortage. It has gotten quite crazy to be honest. At any given moment there will be somewhere between 2 - 8 gas stations that actually have gas in the entire county. They usually only have one grade, and it runs out quickly. The lines are often a quarter mile long. Fights have broken out, and baseball bats have been branished. Have you seen the second Mad Max film? (the one where they run out of gas, and everyone needs it) Well, it is sort of like that. (If only I had that sweet 1973 Ford Falcon XB GT coupe that the young Me Gibson rocked out in). Anyways, the reasons for this are varied and unreliable. But the interesting thing is that this is a unique problem to the NC mountains. The rest of NC seems to be okay. It is weird and folks are on edge.
And our family is on edge anyway, because we are moving this week. In addition, Noah was not feeling well yesterday - and Jessica is still feeling a bit rough. BUT - we did get the keys to our new home yesterday and we are quite excited. I was also able to score a tank of gas today (after four tries), so I can begin taking stuff over there tonight. The movers are coming on Friday. That is right - I said Movers. We got em, and we are not looking back (that is - as long as they can get some gas). Noah is in a pretty good mood these days. He is so excited about Halloween he does not know what to do. He has decided that he wants to be Franklin the Turtle. But who knows, for the month before he was all about being Scooby-Doo. Either way, Noah is the man (When I recently told him that he was "the man," he responded by saying, "No Daddy! I am a boy."). We are really going to have to make an effort to make this move as smooth as possible for him. Ready. Set. Move!
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