I always hated the play “Waiting for Godot”, but that seems to be our story at the moment.   We are waiting, waiting, waiting for the next thing to get done so we can finally move in to the house.   At the moment, we are waiting for the cabinets. They are reportedly coming Thursday afternoon. The installer is supposedly coming Friday, and the next week will be dedicated to putting a kitchen together.

In the meantime, there are things to do but we have lost our taste for doing them. We are sick of spending money so we aren’t shopping even though we could use a few more things in the house.   There are a half dozen little projects to be accomplished around the house but I can’t seem to get interested in them.   And yet, we can’t leave because we are here to get this job done once and for all.

I’m not counting the days until we hit the road again, because I like it here, but I am counting the days until we can actually live in the house.   This bifurcated existence is tiresome.   We are constantly back and forth between the house and the Airstream, making meals and sleeping in the trailer, but working and doing our projects in the house.   It’s a big tease — we have this house where it would be nice to finally settle in, but we can’t.   It’s a crazy sort of limbo we’re in.

Still, I look back to where we started when we arrived here on Dec 22, and realize we are in pretty good shape.   We are on target to be done this month.   It will all work out, just like those stressful weeks last summer when we were hustling to get our stuff moved out of storage.   Dealing with household issues seems to be what we do in between long stretches in the Airstream. It reminds us how much simpler and more fun life is on the road.

Other than my complaining, there’s not much going on.   Today the highlight was the Ritual Rolling Of The Garbage Cans To The Curb.   Not quite up there with the excitement of the past year, eh?   Ah well, that’s life.   If it were all exciting travel we might not appreciate it as much.

A big storm and a cold front yesterday kept our daytime temps in the 30s — a real aberration here — and we got plenty of rain. That’s the second good rain we’ve had this month, so I’m expecting some nice spring desert flowers in March.

The snow reached down the mountains so low that the Rincons, which sit just east of us, got covered. The Rincons reach up to 8,800 feet but the snow reached much lower than that. I’d guess the snow line was about 2,000 feet above us. In the photo at left, it has already melted away up the mountainside.

As far as I’m concerned, snow looks best at a distance, so this is ideal. Palm trees up close and snow-covered mountains in the background — that’s a view you can only get in the southwest.