Jeffrey set off a bit earlier than usual today, because it takes longer when pulling the trailer and because he had to unload everything from the trailer and into the storage locker by himself when he got there. All I could do was watch him go and pray for him to get there safely.
He called a couple hours later to say it was tough going. It had been OK when he left here, but he ran into quite a bit of wind, and the van wasn't happy pulling the loaded trailer in that wind. The check engine light was coming on, and she was drinking gas like crazy. They're calling for those strong winds to be here tomorrow, probably coming from that way - so maybe if we'd checked the weather we would have known he was going to have that to deal with, but we were busy.
I feel bad that he had to deal with that. And I hope the van's OK. She's had to work a lot harder in the last few months, pulling that trailer, than she's ever had to work before. But, just a few more trips like that - for both the van and the husband. Thankfully they made it safely and got unloaded. I'm sure Jeffrey is looking forward to weekends that don't involve lots of driving. That has to get old even when he's not hauling a trailer full of stuff. And I'm looking forward to not having to say goodbye at the end of every weekend. Just so much stuff to get sorted and tossed and packed before that...
